Wrestling with Myself 2: I Thought I was Better than This!
I've been wrestling a lot with my choices lately. That's a really polite way of saying that I've been fucking up.
My priorities have been very different from what I've been telling people that they are. It's the reason I've been feeling unsettled. When the walk doesn't match the talk, it's time to shut up and get your steps in order.
So often we know in our hearts what's right for us, what will actually push us forward; but that push isn't always comfortable. Who am I kidding? It's never comfortable.
It's been relatively easy for me to reach a certain level of success on the sheer strength of my talent. Let's face it, I'm hilarious. And my story and style are unique enough to get me some attention. That's why I have a successful live comedy album (listen here!) and have performed on some of the dopest stages across the country.
But without a proper system of discipline, follow-up, commitment to my dreams, and willingness to sacrifice, that level of success quickly turns into a plateau of pretty good.
I know I'm not alone. There are plenty of really talented people looking around like, "What the hell happened? Why am I still at [insert the job you hate or your parents' address if you're living at home or the address of your lame-ass life partner and their 13 roommates]?"
Spoiler alert: talent matters -- but not as much as the decisions you make along the way to your alleged dreams.
What do you truly value?
Do you want to be a household name?
Do you want to get laid all the time?
Do you want to be high all the time?
Do you want to have a comfortable home life?
Do you want to party like a rockstar?