How many excuses can you list for why you haven’t reached your goals, why you won’t face your fears?
The gap between where you are now and where you want to be is filled with excuses. You’ve been using them your whole life. You’re tired. You’re stressed. You’re not sure how to do it. You’re broke.
My list of excuses has grown in the past few months. Only because I’ve allowed it.
A new baby arrived 2 months ago and the excuses have flowed from my brain like water from a fire hydrant.
Many of our excuses are based in fear. To move past them, you have to expose your fear to the truth. You have to face your fears.
The truth, for me, usually lies in imagining the worst case scenario.
Homeless, living in a cardboard box, eating handouts. I mean, what a goofy and illogical fear. Do you know how many rungs of the ladder you’d hit before you truly hit “rock-bottom”?
There are so many failures that would have to occur between where I am right now and being homeless.
Fear. Fuck fear. Especially when you get into working for yourself, people are constantly trying to talk you out of it.
“Obstacles are like wild animals. They are cowards but they will bluff you if they can. If they see you are afraid of them… they are liable to spring upon you; but if you look them squarely in the eye, they will slink out of sight.” ~ Orison Swett Marden
My goal of reaching full-time real estate investor status is covered in fear.
It’s not typically a natural desire to uproot yourself from a steady paying job for the uncertainty of real estate.
Every day I stay in my safe little golden prison, my brain feels comfortable.
A paycheck is coming every two weeks whether I work hard or not. The regularity of it all is both comforting and maddening.
- Work hard, paycheck comes.
- Do little if anything, paycheck comes.
Sometimes I admire those who are fired from jobs and are forced to survive. Sometimes you can’t face your fears until someone gives you a push.
My long list of excuses is in need of a pruning. I’ve talked in the past of limiting TV use.
I won‘t be watching any TV until I close another deal. I told my wife if she sees me watching TV to smack the shit out of me. It’s become common for me to get home from work, grab the new baby, and relax in the chair with the TV on.
I’m usually suctioned to that chair for the remainder of the night. Maybe I’ll throw the chair away.
There have been some successes since my last post.
I’ve pushed 1500 yellow letters out the door. Those calls have been coming in, but no deals yet. I also hired a virtual assistant to cold call probates while I’m at work.
My little brother and I put out 300 bandit signs.
To date, this has brought me 0 deals.
It’s strange to do all that work and not feel less motivated about my next deal. I guess my job has prepared me for that aspect. If I go to work and bust my ass and accomplish something, the result is just going back the next day and doing it all again with no forward movement.
I’m in the same place I started again. With real estate, there is forward movement. Each deal is a success that directly benefits you. Money in your pocket. Confidence in your brain. A momentum is built. More marketing can be pushed out. More deals build upon more deals. Each time you face your fears, it becomes a little bit easier.
I haven’t reached that momentum yet, but I’m close. I’m back on my path to freedom and no shitty excuse list dares to stop me.