A Little Less Dreaming, and Some More Living Please.

It's a new day, and I'm repurposing old content again today.

Don't dream your life, live your dreams.

132 and counting.
That is the number of reads we got on the last blog post, and I needed to acknowledge how grateful I am to you for taking your time to read, to comment if you did, and to share if you did. It means the world to me.
Now, away from the sappy nonsense, let's get down to business.
I do not have all day and neither do you, but still bear with me please and let me tell you a story or two.

You do not rise to the level of your goals; you fall to the level of your systems.

It's three years from now, and Grace is 21.
5:30 am on a beautiful Monday morning or night, depending on how you see things, and her alarm rings.
Your girl wakes up, brushes her teeth, and throws some water on her face.
She prays and meditates (which I learned helps you ground yourself, which is like a superpower... You should do research on it.
She reads her bible and jots down her thoughts, changes into her gym clothes because she is now a gym girlie, and heads downstairs to Blue, her bright yellow Hummer H1.

Blue, or her cousin, and yes I’m screaming at how cool this monster of a vehicle is.

She gets to the gym, destroys her quads, and heads home for breakfast and a shower.
It's 10 a.m., and she is ready to start the work day.
She uploads the week's blog episode, does some agency work , has her meetings, and creates content, taking breaks to fuel her body and mind, and by 4:45, she's done for the day.
She packs a bag with some snacks, an already opened bottle of her favourite red wine , and a good romance novel to drown in, and she hops into Blue for a mini road trip from Makhanda to Kariega beach, where she watches the sun set.

Just imagine having this less than an hour away from your house, I believe this is worth working hard for.
She gets home, makes dinner, takes a shower, and gets ready for a night of binge watching YouTube videos and catching up with you, because she loves you so much.

Let's step back a few years to today.

I wake up at 10 a.m. because I stayed up all night writing this post, which I procrastinated starting last night. I upload it and wait for you guys to read it, so that I can reply to your messages, then I go back to bed till 3pm, get hungry, wait for my father to send me money to eat, go outside and buy bread and chicken, buy data with the money I now have, and soon it's 8 p.m.
I get up to shower (not really; it's more of a would I or would I not? game, everyday), wash clothes, and by 2am, I get this burst of motivation to get my life together and I start doing things I should have done 2 weeks ago, or I don't and decide to go to bed.
I'm about to go to sleep, and the thought of dying in my sleep crosses my mind, and I remember that I believe in God. I say my "prayers" and go to bed.

If I continued on this path, by 21 I'd not be living in Brownstown, living the life I could have had.

I'd be here, perhaps still struggling with my law program, or back at my parents' house, miserable, relying on my father to buy me data and collecting insults left and right (and please, my love, I'm not mocking anyone; do not vex me; I simply know what is possible and what is not).
My ideal day sounds so seductively appealing, and yours does too, but just like me, you subconsciously believe that you'd miraculously get there, and then you'd do the work and live the life.
No, you do not believe you are stalling, or in this case, I do not believe I am stalling.
I do not have a car, Uyo does not have a beach, I do not have enough money to buy the books I want to read, I do not have a good phone to create content (oh this is a good one that we all use), lalalala... but I would not be able to "destroy my quads" if I do not get up and go to that gym near my house that is not good enough.
I'll never be able to sit, get work done, and make money if I don't start practicing self-discipline today, and if I keep waiting for "that time" and the perfect opportunity when the stairs align and everything I need is handed to me, I'll wake up one day a bitter 45-year-old mother with no accountability who blames her children for the life she's living.

SO... BACK TO YOU.

When you're alone and no one is looking, I'm sure you fantasize about the life you deserve: the car you need, maybe even the bra size of your future wife, and if you don't, you should start right now.
Are you on the path? What is holding you back? What is it that you do not have? Think long and hard, and please find a way, because e sure me die that the only way you'd live that life and become that person is if you are that person.
And if you happen to be older and are reading this, I promise you it is not too late, and there are people doing it, and if no one is, that does not mean no one can.
Was that too sappy? I hope so.
Till next time,
Your Guy,
Grace.