So starts my second consecutive day of writing 1000 words a day.
There I was, curled up and snuggled deep within my blankets, my beautiful wife at my side, snoring away. My cat jumped onto my chest, and started purring for pets. I felt surrounded and loved. And with that love came complacency.
I have a good life. Great friends and family that are there when I need them, and a loving wife to help keep me grounded. I don’t need riches, for I am already wealthy.
There isn’t a lot to improve upon, but of all the problems I have, money would solve about three quarters of them. I started thinking about what I wanted, who I could help, the things I could do, and the places I could see.
I started a running total in my head, my eyes growing larger and larger as I realized what this endeavor was going to take. I huddled deeper into my blankets, again determined to be satisfied with my inner peace, my loving family, my beautiful wife.
And it was there, with the blankets pulled up to my neck that I remembered millionaires don’t get that way without struggles or regrets. They have to make the same sacrifices to get what they want. Well, at least that’s how it was back in the day.
I realized what I needed to do, and that trying wasn’t good enough. Either I did it, or I didn’t. There isn’t a lot of middle ground there. Once I started, it was easy, the words flowed onto the page, and I was one day closer to my goal. Only 89 more days to go.