Projectme

We’ve been sold a bag of crap when it comes to “Success.” Spending 40-70 hours a week working and saving for the dream house, the dream car, the dream vacations, the designer bags, and the 5 star dinners, thinking this will bring ultimate freedom and therefor happiness. I fell for it too. I didn’t know there was any other way. Plus when you’re a broke-ass, watching those people sitting in first class sipping on their pre-flight mimosas, looks pretty damn joyful, when you could barely afford a seat in the back. There’s a giant catch to this glamorous “success” that no one tells you about…you will be miserable AF in that dream house, driving that dream car, and even on those dream trips, if you are trading your soul for it all. I lived it for years. I had a couple million in the bank, a luxury car, townhouse, and many 5-star first class trips under my belt when I went to kill my self 6.5 years ago. I was burned out, felt empty, had only rare glimpses of joy, and I didn’t see any other way out. The real deal is,