All three of my girls have jobs.
I don’t have a job.
My girls see me wake up when I want and go to bed when I want.
My girls see me live my life on my terms.
I take care of myself and I live by my own beat, my own compass, my own purpose.
This is a departure from years ago.
In our toughest spot, I showed them how to sacrifice to the greatest extent possible.
I woke up when I didn’t want to wake up, to go where I didn’t want to go, to do what I didn’t want to do, for people I didn’t enjoy working with.
I showed my girls how to best kill yourself by sacrificing yourself and your happiness for money, and how to completely neglect and forsake your body out of a lack of self-worth.
I showed them that life was painful and hard.
Now I don’t have a job and I earn more than ever before…
And I “work” about 10-15 hours per week.
I’ve hired people to help me reduce that number of hours.
Hopefully, my girls will see me now as an example of possibility.
Hopefully, they’ll dismiss the example I was for sacrifice and pain.
Hopefully, they’ll see that life is not hard.
We just make life hard when we believe it to be hard.
Life is definitely not hard.
Hopefully, they’ll see and learn that it’s lack of trust in life that makes life so difficult.