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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.