🌀Au Contraire: You don’t want to be filthy rich. I call BULLSHIT.

You wanna make some more money? You and everybody’s brother wants to make an extra buck. But do you really want FU money? I mean really. Come on let’s get down and dirty blue collar style.

My friends used to make fun of me because I would go to dinner with dirt under my finger nails. I didn’t know any better because I was bustin my ass 80 hours a week. I could afford the fancy dinners, but unfortunately I didn’t have one of those finger nail brushes. But I had the determination of a bull at a rodeo with its nuts synched by the rope. Determination to buck “the man” off. But do you have that type of determination?

Look… if you find yourself not being motivated to make the extra money, you got one of two problems.

1. You don’t actually want to make more money. You just want nice shit without having to work for it. Which you means you don’t really want it.

Or

2. You are not obsessed with the thing you are doing.

You gotta be a whole lotta driven to make a wheel barrow load of money. There has to be something inside you that can’t be turned off that will drive you to put ungodly amounts of effort into what you are doing.

A lot of successful entrepreneurs are kinda mentally off in some way (or maybe it’s just me). But maybe you are this way. Maybe you got something to prove to somebody. Or you got a chip on your shoulder. Or you are just obsessed with what you are doing.

When I look back at what drove my success. It is one of those things.

When I made my first $100,000 at age 18, I had something to prove. My self worth was tied to my success. I HAD to be successful or it meant I was worthless. It’s hard to describe that type of drive. I would do anything to make money… but it really wasn’t for the money. It was far more important for me to BE worthy because I made money. My success was my worth. And there is nothing that will drive a young guy harder than needing to feel worthy.

Once I was successful in my blue collar business, I didn’t feel like I was respected by other professionals… like doctors, lawyers and any of those other smucks. I made more money them, but for some reason they thought they were better than me. That drove me to gross my first million by 28. Then I bought a house in “their” gated neighborhood, bought the big Lexus SUV, spent $100k on my landscaping to show them dumb motherfuckers what was up.

Then I figured out I don’t even like the people I am trying to impress. Hell, half of the doctors and lawyers ain’t that smart anyways.  Those lawyers sure have wrote some dumb contracts for me.  I could have printed that shit off the internet instead of paying them $400 an hour to print it off the internet. They just work for “the man” anyway.

Now what?

Well I figured you aint a real business until you hit 5 million in sales. Well I checked that box off a few years ago and that felt really good… for a few months. Fuckin did it. Now what? Then I thought well what the hell is the point of a 5 million dollar business if you ain’t taken home a million in net. That is all the matters anyway. Top line sales is for posers, profit is for closers. Well, I did that too. Now what?

I hit all the goals… now is it 10 million? Well fuck yeah it is… no just kidding (well maybe).

The thing about it is… money is great, but it aint ever enough.

The trick is finding the intersection between your obsessive compulsive passion and money. Or maybe money isn’t all that important. Time is your most valuable currency. That shit is tickin’ away. So if you can find this intersection of what you really love and making money, it is the perfect combo. To make a lot of money, it really helps to be obsessed. It really helps to be passionate. And it really makes sense to be obsessed if you really love it.

I was told by a friend of mine, the best in business play an infinite game. You see I have been playing a finite game. I want to hit a certain goal to prove something. And honestly deep down, I am not trying to prove my success to somebody else. No, this cuts way deeper. You see, I have ungodly determination to go through hell to be successful to prove something… to myself. I am trying to prove my own self worth to me. And I aint ever good enough. I can’t ever just be good enough... even though my blue collar ass has weaseled my way into the top .5% of successful businesses… it ain’t ever enough.

So the lesson is to stop trying to prove some dumb shit to some dumbshits. You are worthy. You are enough. Now go out and find what you love, be obsessed, be weird, be you, take the path, and see where it goes. This takes courage. It takes blue collar contrarian balls. Just do your weird shit.

Put your 10,000 hours in because you love it. Be obsessed with what you are doing NOW. This is the infinite game. This is where flow states occur. This is where joy is. The money will probably come. If it doesn’t you won’t regret it because you spent your most precious asset very wisely. Time. Time spends better than money. You can never get it back. You can only cash it in now.

~Blue

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