This industry has taken it’s toll on the whole earth. I don’t think anyone has escaped it without some kind of abrasion. With that in mind, is it wierd that even though my income has dropped by 65%, my savings have been evaporated, and I’m growing accustomed to “Devilwood Ham” sandwiches for lunch, that I’m still optimistic?
I get up every morning, knowing that a gut punch and a swift knee to the balls is waiting for me somehow. Do I let it stop me? No. Why? I clearly have issues, and the scotch does help at the end of the day, but really I think it’s because I get such a great feeling from the small victories I experience every day.
Sometimes I’ll get a great comment from a viewer of the TBWS Daily, or we’ll pick up a new partner for TBWS Rate Alert. Or I’ll nail a “Frank Flick” that I know the peeps will use. It’s these moments that seem to make the 4000 pound anvil on my head somehow feel a little lighter, and getting up at 4:30am to shoot the Daily all worthwhile.
So I’m broke, yet optimistic. I know that if I work small and celebrate the little victories that eventually it will all pay off and bring me to a better place. I honestly believe that celebrating the small victories is the answer to staying focused and motivated today in our industry.
Well, it’s back to the grind for now. Haven’t had my knee to the balls yet today, but the day is young. At least I got this blog post up – my third small victory of the morning. Hope the knee to the balls comes after the scotch today - makes it less painful.
Go get ‘em.
Guest Contributor Frank Garay, co-creator Think Big Work Small
