I really started pondering what something Gary Vaynerchuk recently said in one of his viral videos...
"Enjoy the process, not the end goal".
Those words didn't really mean a whole lot to me until recently, but what I've learned about myself in the last year of working for myself is this.
I don't need the super riches. I don't need a fancy car. I don't need fancy clothes. I actually used to enjoy shopping, I used to dream about owning a Dodge Challenger ( maybe that's not really all that fancy, but hey I like it )
But nowadays, it seems like I want to do is code apps, film and edit videos, post on Instagram... ya know... work!
Maybe that makes me a workaholic, which granted... I believe I am.. but... what's wrong with loving what you do? And Doing what you love?
If all I wanted to do was play video games... you might think I was passionate. But if I was making money doing that... does that make me a workaholic?
The point is... If you truly enjoy what you do, the "escapes" of nice things don't mean as much, because you're already winning a game that most people don't even know they're playing.
The game of being happy with something "you have to do" for almost your entire adult life.
The game of job fulfillment.
And when you love what you do, you're willing to work like crazy. You're willing to sacrifice more than others ( and sometimes not even feel like you're sacrificing anything at all). You'll outlast and outwork others who are just in it for the end goal, because you're just enjoying the hell out of yourself.
And sometimes... the end goal... success. May just be a byproduct.