A wise man once said, and I’m paraphrasing someone I can’t remember,” you know I can tell you not to get punched, but until you taste the blood in your mouth you won’t truly understand what that means.”
I've spent a lot of time lately thinking about this. Where and how does this apply to me and my kids, my team, or my students? Am I reading too much into this simple phrase?
I don’t think I am.
Pain transcends the everyday world. It is a requirement to live the extraordinary life.
A common theme we see among successful people is their ability to deal with and embrace discomfort. Whatever form it may come in.
Another late night hour working, another set, another rep, another sprint. Rocking the baby at 1 AM for the 12th night in a row.
So often I catch myself wanting to run from it. My mind tells me relax. Look for balance. Don’t work so hard, you don’t want spend the best years of your life in your job.
They’re right to an extent.
Our families will have an opinion of us either way. I want my kids to see that passion and work ethic don’t have a clock attached to it. I want them to see my passion flow in all directions. I want them to say “I hope I can love my family and my work as much as my dad does.”
Hell I hope they think it’s all the same to me.
That I was smart enough to chase my passion and not a paycheck.
That money earned doesn't equal happiness. Rather that happiness is a choice and their dad made the right ones in his life.
If that means I have to taste the blood in my mouth bring it on.
If it means I have to put in work in the 4-5 AM or 10-12 PM hours of the day so be it.
The thing is they should never know the difference.
I don’t want them idolizing work for works sake. I want them to believe no pain or discomfort is too big when it comes to love and passion.
I want them to learn as they get older what that sacrifice entails and then decide for themselves who they want to become.
I want them to taste the blood themselves when it’s time. Because I believe once you do, there’s no turning back.