June 11, 2026
What is your ideal life?
Sit and think for a minute. Wealth? Health? Status?
In the last four months, I’ve dedicated more time to that questions than my collective 29 years prior. I still don’t have a great answer. I just have this fuzzy picture in my mind. The short motion picture is me pulling into the driveway of my nice house, my kids are in high school and they’re funny, and Bailey just got a killer boob job. I work when I want to and when I do, it messes up my employees. Instead, I cook them burgers.
The picture is predicated on working hard and amassing a good deal of wealth and stuff.
Over the last few days, I’ve had this pervasive thought that the stuff doesn’t matter much. I’m not a very materialistic person and I could do without all of it. I’m in Florida for Pirtek training this week and I’ve eaten $4 Publix wraps for lunch each day. Each morning at my La Quinta hotel when I’m eating breakfast, a hooker and her pimp have taken the table next to mine. The eggs are horrible but the sausage isn’t that bad. I rented a 2015 Kia sedan that smells like cigarettes and I like it because I can really zip that thing around. I had a nice conversation with my waitress at Cracker Barrel during dinner tonight.
I find it interesting that I subconsciously seek out the dirt and slime when I’m alone. That wasn’t the environment that I grew up and I think I just want the opposite. Someone that did grow up in dirt and slime does everything they can to never go back.
I don’t want that to get misconstrued. Broadly, most of the people that live in the proverbial dirt and slime are pieces of shit and in some cases dangerous. Most of the time, I do not feel bad for them. But I can appreciate uncontrollable circumstances that brought them to the mud. My point is that I just like putting one toe in their shoe.
Whether it be the dirty swamp or the crystal palace, I don’t think you need very much. Shelter, a job that you like, a spouse that you love unconditionally. There is so much bullshit out there telling people they’re worthless if they’ve never been to Spain or drive a Range Rover. Every ad or social media post has some motive. It’s best to ignore that stuff and only think about improving the really important things.
If you cannot picture yourself living on the road in an old station wagon, going from town to town with your partner while living on a few bucks a day, break up with them or fix yourself. You should be able to trust that if you and your partner were reduced to nothing overnight, you both would be able to laugh about it in the morning. The only thing that should matter is the fact that you still have them.
That’s it for me tonight. We’ll see you in a couple of months.
Cheers.
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