I play by my own rules.
Fuck me, if I have to wake up at a certain time everyday to be somewhere. And fuck me, if someone is going to tell me how to show up in the process. And especially fuck me, if I have to try to prove anything I do to someone.
But most interesting of all is sometimes I don’t even play.
I watch. I enjoy.
There’s a new level to the game when you set it up where you just have the ability to smile, observe and create.
But, before that milestone its vital to set the game up playing by your own rules.
And since I landed in Tampa, that’s what I have done.
I started playing candy land, maneuvered into playing cards, to setting up monopoly where my face is smackdown on the center of the board.
Now, I understand for most, this is intense. And if that’s the case, candy land might be a great option for you.
However, I have an inkling that if you’re still reading this you are at least wanting to live life on your own terms.
And if my intuition is correct, you might often wonder how I did it.
And I appreciate the respect.
But, what I value more is working with people that show up to the plate with no helmet and empty handed. But, still have a psychotic belief that one day they will hit a home run.
Success doesn’t come by moving by the standards everyone else does.
And it sure doesn’t come by showing up in fear.
So ask yourself what jersey do you want to rock? The one everyone else wears or the one with your last name on the back?