Once upon a time, there was a guy who worked 40 - 60 hours a week at a job that didn’t “turn me on”.
At one point, I was newly married and when I returned from my week long honeymoon in Cancun, Mexico I was told by a pitiful excuse for a boss that “my honeymoon was bad timing.”
That was the beginning of the end for me.
After 11 years of working, sacrificing, moving, putting up with BS, and generally just feeling hollow and unfulfilled.I walked away.
Was it scary?
Sure.
But it had to happen in order for me to figure out what I was really meant to do.
Now, I’m sitting on top of a fitness empire.
Exit strategy? Why would I need that - I ain’t ever gonna stop - hell, I’m already retired in that I only “work” 2-3 days …






