Last week I didn’t work a single hour on Life Stoked. My usual schedule of an hour or two a day was replaced with, well, to be honest I don’t know. I went to work on Monday morning, and came home Friday night.
And not in a “wow that week really flew by” sort of way. It didn’t. I felt it. Every. Single. Day.
It was a mental battle. I had no motivation.
To understand where I’m coming from, you should know that this project, Life Stoked, is my most favorite passion these days. I love pushing myself to live a life I’m excited about, and I love sharing that with you.
And when I don’t spend time building Life Stoked, it bums me out.
And it’s not that I didn’t want to spend time working it. I did. I thought about it every day. But I just couldn’t. Something was missing.
