When I was 10 years old, I almost drown.
At least, I think I almost drown. It was the closest I’ve ever come to feeling like I was about to die.
I was swimming at the local YMCA pool during a summer camp. The pool was inside. It must have been raining that day.
I could touch in the shallow end. No problem.
But I kept creeping out towards the deep end. Inch by inch. I was by myself, not really paying attention to where I was.
There were lots of other kids in the shallow end, so their waves kept pushing me further and further into the deep end.
Before long, I was too far out. When I tried to touch, my head went underwater.
Then water started filling my mouth and lungs. I couldn’t touch. I couldn’t breathe.
I started panicking. I shouted out for one of the counselors. Harold. But he didn’t hear me.
That’s when I thought it was all over.
I couldn’t tread water. At least not in my panicked state. Which is weird because that would have likely fixed the situation.
But I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Somehow, someway, I got turned around. I finally felt the bottom of the pool settle beneath my feet. I could touch.
I could breathe.
I was lucky. So many others aren’t.
I never told anyone about it. It was no one’s fault but my own.
But obviously the experience left me with an impression. What passes through your head when you think you’re going to die.
I think of this day often.
There were so many times when I was starting out in business where it felt like I was drowning.
Just fighting to keep my head above water.
The shallow end quickly got boring for me. I knew I wanted more than just a high-paying, six-figure job.
I wanted to build something. Something great.
But that meant venturing out into the deep end. And like I said, there were times where it nearly killed me. Took me under.
I didn’t have the right tools. The right skills. The know-how to navigate the deep things of business.
I didn’t know how to stop trading my time for money. Or how to scale my ability to produce income. Or build my expertise. Or sell. (Good grief, this was the hardest part.)
It was all pure grit. Pure grind. Pure survival.
And I knew I wanted to do more than just survive. I wanted to master those waters. But I couldn’t do that if I was constantly treading, thrashing, fighting….hoping not to drown.
I know there are some of you who are treading water.
And you’re not sure how much longer you can do it.
If you’re tired of fighting and need some help, I’ll throw you a life preserver.
But you’ve got a part in this as well. You’ve got to want to save yourself.
When you’re ready, just gimme a shout.