My buddy Kerry (fellow entrepreneur and reader of this daily newsletter) stopped by the house last Friday night. He went through a divorce a couple of years ago, so we get together on occasion (not enough, Kerry!) and shoot the shit. Last Friday night was no different. We sat on the couch for 4 hours yapping about business, dating, losing my social accounts, and running ads. Somewhere in the convo, I mentioned my new swimming streak. He stopped mid sentence and said it. “You and your damn streaks.” I’ve replayed that line several times this week. Kerry wasn’t talking about swimming. My streaks are the only part of my day that doesn’t need permission. They’re just baked into my daily routine. No motivation needed I just do them. Everything else in my life, I can talk myself out of. The streaks don’t give me that option. Once I start, it’s hard to stop…kinda like peeing 😜 I’m just a stubborn MFer who doesn’t want to break the chain. YOU GOT THIS 🙌 In your corner, When you’re ready, here are a couple of ways I can help you…
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