Writing loud, drunk with exclamation points blog posts about hustle is fun.
But that’s only half the story when it comes to chasing your dreams.
The other half is a nightmare, literally.
Like last night. In this one, I was doing another radio interview and another person was telling me over the airwaves that I had made a huge mistake during my recent job transition situation.
I had this nightmare because I’ve had those conversations with people who’ve thrown some rocks.
But you know what, that’s OK.
I never had nightmares when I was sleepwalking my way through life years ago.
When I wasn’t writing or trying or getting up before my day jobs in Atlanta I didn’t have bad dreams.
My mistake was that I assumed those were peaceful days. They weren’t, they were numb days and there’s an ocean of difference.
Did I sleep well last night? I didn’t.
But here’s what I learned from 6 months of nightmares.
Nightmares hate the grind.
They’re terrified of hustle.
They can’t stand when you actually work.
So on the nights when sleep won’t show up, I do.
At my laptop. With ideas and hope and ferocity.
Want to wake up? Expect a few bad dreams. Want to skip the nightmares? Sleep through the one life you get.
It won’t always be easy, but that’s OK.