When we left off, there was that whole “oh shit” moment when my wife showed me the pregnancy test.
My attitude shifted immediately.
The zoom out button had been clicked, and it was clear I had to do something; anything really. I took an entry level sales and marketing job at a fitness club, which was just the sort of humbling opportunity I needed. It got me off the mat. I went to work every day with the attitude that “this is the best job I’ve got today, so I had better perform”. I paid rapt attention to sales training from colleagues 10 years younger than me. I picked up trash, learned a completely different sales and marketing model, met Dave Chappelle, cleaned up vomit, got comfortable selling on the phone, and learned to spin a basketball on my finger really well.
I was the happiest MBA in the world making minimum wage.
And from Day 1, it was utterly transformative. I was back in the game, and possibilities existed again. I ended up rediscovering something I thought had grown dormant within me; hunger, the third “H”.
“If you take responsibility for yourself, you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.” Les Brown
I became hungry again to accomplish the big, hairy, audacious goals.
Then we went full-on suburbia.
The saga continues with Part 4…