I remember three years ago when I first opened up Get Me Goings Medical Massage Center I was a one person company. I used the word “center” in my business name because I knew one day it would be in fact a center, place for people to come to for good quality bodywork. I remember one day taking to social media (Instagram) and showing the world my hustle. I documented I believe 16 appointments in one day! And I let the world know that there wasn’t another therapist out there that hustled more than I did. I was unstoppable. I then would document me traveling to San Diego and working on people, flying back to Sacramento in the same day to work on a full schedule of people the next day. Showing my hustle. Me on a plane at 4:30am only to get on another plane at 11:30pm to come home. Hustle.
That was my routine for over a year. It was a grind. It got me to where I am at now. I put a lot of work into my craft and my business. Today, I have two offices with plans of opening a third one soon in downtown Sacramento. I have 4 employees and my business is thriving. We grew in revenue 33% during a pandemic in 2020. We are quickly being recognized as the place to go to get bodywork done. Since I have opened my company I have been able to purchase a home, bought myself a car that I wanted and not one that I had to settle for, bought my dream motorcycle and have been able to provide so much for my kids and family. Life sounds great right? Then why do I have feeling of sadness? Why does my soul ache?
Many people would love to have the life that I am having now. In fact, I wanted the life that I have right now. My dream was to open up Get Me Goings Centers through out California and perhaps franchise them out across the nation. But something inside of me is feeling mixed emotions. It’s as if my soul is crying, crying for help.
Perhaps my ideas of what life is about are changing. I have always felt it was important to give my daughters the life I never had and to provide them with things that my parents weren’t able to give to me. But perhaps, these are items that do not require money to purchase. Perhaps I can give them a life of knowledge and experiences.
I’m slowly starting to open my eyes and see the true meaning of this life, this life that we only get once. To me, it doesn’t make sense to get up and go to work for ten to 12 or even 14 hours a day, just to come home to sleep, and get up and do it over again the next day. This is what I have been doing. And I’m talking six days a week for the past four years. I’m exhausted. I don’t think this is what life is about.
Instagram has become a great tool for my business and at the same time a detrimental life sucking, ego boosting, piece of shit of a site. Think about it. People go on there and post pictures of what??? Look at me in my car, or look at me and my house, or look at me at this expensive restaurant, or look at my kids being so cute and look at me and look at me and look at me!!!!!! It’s exhausting! Why do we need to spend so much time looking at other people’s lives and envy what they have? Why are we not content of enjoying a moment in time without having to post about it? Why this sudden shift into a world of popularity and keeping up with the Jones’s? Why?
And so this got me thinking. I see people that post on Instagram saying they have their “why” meaning why they do what they do. Why they grind so hard and it always ends up being their kids. I know. I was one of those fuckers. But if they were to be completely honest with themselves it isn’t at all for their kids, it’s for themselves and their egos. They love the respect and admiration they receive when they post on Instagram about the new car they bought for the family or the new house or the new big thing they got for their kids. They do this for them…. cut the bullshit and be honest. You are doing it for yourself and your image. Because I promise you, your kid would rather you be home with them instead of you being gone all of the time in other cities and out late at parties cause you have an image to uphold. Your “why” should be your time with your children. Time should be your “why”. The one commodity that you can not repurchase. Once it is spent there is no more left.
My eyes are opening. I’m not going to fall victim to this rat race any longer. I will find a way to simplify my life and spend more time enjoying my kids and this planet we live in. There are so many things this life and this planet has to offer. There are so many opportunities to create long lasting memories in this world, but we choose not to see that. Our focus is on money and what can it get me. When I lay on my death bed, I don’t want to remember work, I want to remember spending time with my loved ones, primarily my daughters. It’s time to slow down. It’s time to make life easier and more enjoyable. I don’t need to work so hard. And I need time to recharge my batteries. I plan on taking two weeks off each quarter and use them to take trips with my kids. To show them the world and to give them a different life than I had. Not one with materialistic things but one of memorable value.
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