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No Passion

I love failure. When it occurs, I'm pretty indifferent to it, but as a concept I love it. Failure lets you know that you're doing something wrong. It shines a light on a personality trait that needs to be fixed,one that probably would go unchanged if it weren't for failure.

People who fail and get angry are missing the point. Failure is opportunity. It's like getting angry that your car tells you you're low on gas. The indicator light isn't the problem,the level of fuel is. Further, hiding the failure doesn't solve the underlying problem. Disconnecting the indicator light won't fill up your gas tank, but filling up your gas tank will turn off the light.

During my tenure as a pickup artist, I never took failure personally. It never mattered to me. Each time I failed, I felt as though the girl had revealed a secret to me. No attractive girl is chaste her whole life, no girl is a bitch to every guy. If she didn't want me to call her, that meant that there was something unattractive about me that I had to change. Compliments and success stroke my ego, but honest critical feedback leaves me thinking for months.
I have failed financially so far. It's not that I'm poor, or anywhere close to it. I'm sure my income, net worth, or lifestyle are impressive or even enviable to a lot of people. I'm so immeasurably grateful for everything I have that I feel a tinge of guilt on a daily basis for not spending the entire day thanking everyone who has made my life so great. However, despite whatever success I have, I am not where I want to be. I will be a billionaire, I will own my own submarine and airplane, and I will spend the majority of my life traveling and seeking adventure. I'm not nearly as close as I should be to these goals, and I'm not exactly on the express train there.

The Month and Year Ahead

On Mike Dariano

First a story.

There are some mornings I wake up and immediately jump into whatever project I'm working on. It could be things for work like grading papers and emailing students. It could be projects like writing blog posts or books. It could be finding cool people to share good things. It could be exercising or watching online videos or reading blogs. Those mornings are awesome. On those mornings I'm startled by the two inches of cold coffee because I was so entranced by what I was working on.

Then there are the mornings I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to see myself, my children or anyone else. I don't have any projects, any emails, any students. I don't have blog posts to read or write or share. I try to minimize and the best way I've found is to start a project, and this is it.

For the next 12 months I'm going to tackle an idea a month, here they are:

The inspiration for this has been from a number of sources. James Altucher writes about living your best physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional life and I've wondered if I'm doing that. Gretchen Rubin and AJ Jacobs have both written books sharing their stories about living for a year with a singular purpose, me too. I intend to stand on the shoulders of these giants, though I don't feel like that's apt. That metaphor is for physicist. I'm more like a freshman cheerleader, climbing to the top of a human pyramid because my only skill is that I'm the smallest.

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