Unless you define what is success for you, you can’t become successful

I sleep poorly the night before every Playground session. It takes me hours to fall asleep, and I have trouble filled dreams.

So when I got up this past Saturday, it was freezing cold, in the single digits outside… single digits in Fahrenheit is very cold… double digits in the minus in Celsius.

So I pondered what I had to look forward that day.

For a long time, for years, when I looked, when I asked that question, I only saw one thing to look forward to: my morning tea. Rich British Blend Tetley with full fat milk…

But those days are over, I am struggling with the bad health my milk consumption has bought me. I can still have tea, but now with hemp milk I make myself from hemp seeds, or sometimes almond milk. I have a nut butter machine just for this purpose. The tea is drinkable but not a source of joy, not a good enough reason to get up in the morning, not something to look forward to.

And yet, nowadays I get up, every morning, with spring in my step.

Most people get up in the morning because they didn’t die the night before.

Or because they have to… need to… should. Because of some pressure.