I’m a professional at losing sleep about money and success.
I grew up in poverty. At seven years old, I experienced an empty Christmas tree and $1.30 for a week’s lunch.
Fear about money was injected into my soul.
Growing into my teens, twenties, and thirties, the fear didn’t go away.
The coupon clipping, beans, and rice became my best friends. I kept saying to myself, “Self, it ain’t looking so good.”
Worry, setbacks, obstacles and disappointments took my crown!
The pesky serpent in my brain kept saying, “Don’t you see how much you suffer? They lied to you! You should be rich by now… let’s shove it up there ass!”
Just like that, the ungrateful, pissed-off emotions reeled me into a dark pit.
Depression, anxiety, and worry led me into sleepless nights. So exhausted and tired with zero hope in my life. I didn’t know why I was so hurt.
“I’m a good guy. What the hell is wrong with me?”
One morning, I caught myself mindlessly staring into the floor for hours.
Scary feeling to have when frozen in fear. I was ungrateful. Hurt. Burned. Bloody. And I felt like no one cared.
Funny thing is, the worry phantoms took over my temple of thinking, I gave thanks for the pain.
Yep. I started giving thanks for failure and obstacles.
All of a sudden, the phantoms in my head became bored.
The game wasn’t fun anymore because my negative thoughts didn’t like my acts of stillness.
Instead of staring at the floor, I wrote on a yellow post it note, “Failure is an opportunity.”
I hand over my pride …aka… control.
Tip: Before bed, hand over control to the Divine.
Sleep. Your joy comes in the morning.
All you gotta do is ask.
Humble is the way.
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