Garden Growth

Still back in hometown Shepparton for this week. Currently writing this message for you in the beautiful garden my mum has created over the past 18 years. It's amazing to see the growth of this place. So much hard work (and deep love) has been put into this every single one of the plants.

I remember when I was young and growing up here. Seems like a lifetime ago. Playing football like I was Essendon's Matthew Lloyd (although I would be 'Hayden Lloyd' of course), tennis against the back wall, and even one time driving my homemade go-kart around (yes...with an engine!) around in circles. After tearing up most of the grass, Mum wasn't a huge fan of letting me do that one again. Oops.

After my late dad (and mum's late husband) died in 1997, we all found our own coping mechanisms. I think gardening is how my mum coped. She poured all of her energy (and love) into both my sister and I, and the very garden I'm in now. It really shows too. This place is so inspiring.

Over time, it has expanded greatly. What started as one small section of the garden where we installed a beautiful pond (with special 'universal rocks' which look like the real thing...a big deal back in 2000-ish when we installed it) has now expanded to an entire backyard full of rich greenery.

The lawns are nicely manicured, the fernery still stands (although a couple of repairs have been needed over the time), and every plant has been carefully pruned and maintained.

It's also had it's share of troubles though too. The Australian sun meant we've seen more than one victim. But you learn, you know. Just means you don't plant that type of plant in that spot.

It does remind me of this one time though, where the winds were really bad. It was 8 or 9pm, I was around 13-14 and much more interested in chatting to my friends online (R.I.P MSN Messenger) than helping in the garden. But Mum was yelling at us kids to come and help. I didn't really understand the severity but it sounded serious. We got out there and the cheaply made gazebo we had at the time was just about flying away (Think Dorothy from Wizard of Oz's house flying away in that storm)! We managed to take off the canvas and get through the storm...

Now days, it's reinforced to the hilt. Well, to be fair, it's gone a complete overhaul. Mum had a neighbour cement new poles into the ground. We have pavers on the base. And the canvas is at least 2 times as thick. This thing isn't going anywhere.

But more than it's strength, is the surroundings. It's got fairy lights at the top, a few plants along the sides, and even a 'creeper' growing on it. I wish I had a picture of what the first flimzy one looked like vs this strong one. (Would give Backyard Blitz a run for their money!)

To see how much love has gone into this place, is incredible. I can actually feel it as I sit here and write these words for you.

The whole thing has got me thinking though - The garden is a lot like the mind. The more you care for it, the more it grows. The more love you put in, the more love you get out. And, just like that stormy night where Mum's gazebo nearly took flight, at times, we all have to weather our own storms.

But if you're paying attention, you can use these as lessons to come back, bigger and stronger than before. When you let go of the unrealistic expectation that everything is going to always be fine and dandy, you can get on seeing the things that aren't truly important to you that you're not paying attention to.

Then, you've got the weeds. If you aren't taking proper care, slowly (but surely) the weeds will start popping up. Pretty soon, if you don't take control and remove them, they'll quickly consume the entire thing. As Dr John Demartini writes: "if you don't plant flowers in the garden of your mind, weeds will be sure to grow."

Timely reminder for both myself, and hopefully for you as you read this.

Must be off now, going to take my puppies for a walk before my best mate and his fiancé come around for coffee to tell me all about their adventures from travelling all around the coast of Australia in their 4WD.

Enjoy your day.

p.s. He asked where we should go get coffee...Guess where I said we should? Under this gazebo of course!)

The Shift

One of the biggest pieces of advice that I can share with you is to DO THE WORK. I know you hear it often. People preach it. You feel like they go on about it etc.

I know I certainly felt like that and it used to stress me out. Why? Because I was one of the ones avoiding ‘the work’.

I would pretend, but deep down, I was simply thinking with my head, rather than feeling in my heart.

I’d read all the books, go to all the seminars, hire all the mentors and get all the coaching, and while it certainly gave me an edge, there was always something missing.

It was me.

I’d get one level beyond the surface, and then get stuck.

It was like defeating the first ‘boss’ of the video game, but then getting stuck on the next level.

Instead of being a master of persistence, I would move on. I would fill my mind and day with other priorities in an attempt to escape going deeper within.

Oh I need to read that, get that done, do this”. 100% excuses.

What was really going on, (both subconsciously, and unconsciously) was that my mind wouldn’t allow me to go there. I was getting too much by NOT doing the work.

This is how we humans work. We will only ever act in accordance to that which gives us more benefit than drawback, more gain than loss, more pleasure than pain.

So if the place you are attempting to enter is filled with painful memories or a fear of the future, than of course you aren’t going to persist it.

Heres the thing though, the more you stick with ‘the work’, the more you see how ‘the work’, works.  Then, as you delve deeper and deeper, eventually you will feel something shift within. All of a sudden, it’s like someone turned on the lights.

You will feel different. You will walk different. You will think different and most importantly, you will begin to act different.

This is called ‘The Shift’.

The more work you do on yourself, the more shifts you will get. It’s these shifts that will push you to massive growth and development on the level really required to transform your life.

Many people get addicted to drugs, food, alcohol and

I want you to get addicted to The Shift.

This week, make a conscious effort to not just go one layer deep and then move on, but instead to go five layers deep and truly feel the shift within your heart.

If you need help getting there via using a trained professional, please reach out and let’s help you achieve your own shift.

The happiness meter

I've been playing with a concept I heard recently and wanted to share it with you. It's something I learned from listening to a recent podcast by Tim Ferriss as he interviewed a blogger who goes by the name 'Mr Money Moustache'.

Mr Money Moustache (MMM) is a 30 something married man who retired (along with his wife) from software engineering in his early 30's and now blogs about his philosophy around finance, life and 'moustachianism'.

MMM and Mrs MMM don't 'have' to live a frugal life (nor do they) but instead choose to be mindful over the amount of consumption they participate in and weigh up how it will affect their happiness levels.

Instead of simply acquiring more stuff, before making any purchasing decision, MMM asks: "Will this make me more happy or less happy?"

I love it.  So simple - Yet so brilliant.

What's more, is that it doesn't stop with the purchasing decisions.  It goes with time, energy and any other resource too.

I've personally been using it everywhere.

  • Will eating this food make me more happy or less happy?
  • Will meeting with this person make me more happy or less happy?
  • Will buying this possession make me more happy or less happy?

Having this attitude forces you to reign in any loose spending habits and impulse purchases.  Yes you may have the money, but do you want to spend it?

Thinking this way allows you to focus on what is truly important and meaningful to YOU -  Instead of endlessly hoping 'stuff' will fulfil you, you instead move toward a consumption only upon a happiness increase model.

Next time you want to make a decision, all, you need to do is imagine a small meter with a happiness scale on it.  On one end: "This will not make me happy" on the other: "This will make me extremely happy"

Then, only proceed with those things that increase your happiness,.

Do this and you stand to live a life you love.


That Friend Who Punches You In The Face.

WHAM! There it is again.

That 1-2 combo right between the eyes, followed by an upper cut on the chin, before the classic Tyson left hook to really take you down.

That was the feeling I had as I drove home last night from a dinner meeting with a friend.

I say friend, but the truth is, he is an unofficial mentor more than anything.  There is no contract in place, and no exchange of $$, but this is a person who has an interest in seeing me reach my potential (for whatever reason).

So how did I meet this 'friend' and why would I want to hangout with them if they punch me in the face?

For the purposes of privacy, I am going to keep his name/industry private, but for some context, he is a highly, highly, (highly!) successful coach, with a focus on results, rather than hype. He is booked out a year in advance with speaking and coaching (internationally).

And is a legitimate industry leader with strong career capital, business acumen and excellent communication skills.

After hearing of him through a friend who was receiving some group training, and being interested in his approach/philosophy, I decided to send a cold email and sent my future self to task to obtain a meeting with him.

I was pleased to get a message back a month or so later explaining a light dinner would be fine, and to liaise with his P.A to set up the meet.  I accepted the offer, of course, and did some more research into who he was, focus, interests etc to have some 'ammo' to talk about if the conversation stalled.

I would find out this 'ammo' would not be needed.  We didn't talk about him at all.  In fact, each time I tried to swing it back onto him, he would reverse it and put it back onto me.

The first time meeting, we chatted for a couple of hours about where I was at, where I wanted to go, what was stopping me and resources to help.

It was great to get a second opinion, with no ulterior motives.  Just someone, who is a lot more successful than I,  listening to what was happening in my professional life and where it was breaking down.

(Before offering the cold hard truth.)

Which hurts.

It makes you feel vulnerable, exposes you and is very unconformable.

But it's real.

During our discussions, 95% of the time he would challenge my thinking, actions and plans.  Shutting me down every time I put forth a (flawed) point of view, followed by offering the reality instead.

The awkward silences, and not so subtle facial expressions saying "What were you thinking!" are confronting to say the least.

Although uncomfortable, he helps me THINK for myself and objectively look at problems, rather than just winging it, losing focus, winging it again, gaining some inspiration and repeating.  He helps me discover the why behind my decisions and actions, so the process can be replicated continuously to craft the path to success.

That is what a TRUE mentor will do for you.  If you want someone to blow smoke up your ass and tell you everything will be ok, go to a family member or your best mate from high school.  They're almost always supportive.  Which is great when you need a little confidence boost, but not the reality.  It will not help you move forward.

The second time we met up, we again covered me.  Where I was at, what was happening, struggles, challenges, small wins etc.

And again, he would force me to challenge my own thinking. Focusing not on what I was doing right, but what I was doing wrong.

Instead of agreeing and searching for the positives, he instead looks for the chinks in my armour and hones in on them, with piercing accuracy and penetration.

He would give clarity on where I was going wrong, but no 'how to' on fixing it.  This was MY job.  Not his.

I again left, asking myself for the next week "why why why?".  Why was I doing X? or Why did I make the decision to do that?  What are the effects of that decision?

And then, last night, we caught up for another meeting.

Each time I go to him with a grin on my face from the progress I've made.  "I've managed this since last time I saw you", "Check this out...!", "I've been busy doing this".

He listens....smiles, nods...and just when you think ahh he must be proud.

"WHACK".  In comes the delivery of deadly blows.

The realness in the moment destroys confidence, kills your ego and makes you question yourself.

But this is the only way to move forward.  The lessons learned during these sessions are in-valuable, and I am always appreciative.  I see it as a challenge.

They're tough conversations to have, and to be honest, these aren't the types of sessions most can handle.  Most people will stick in their comfort zone and follow the advice of loved ones, and stay in the same position.

But how will you grow if you stay inside that comfort zone?

rocky1As old mate Rocky said, "It's not how hard you hit, it's how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward".

So am I down and out?

Hell no.  No 10 count.  Not even an 8 count.

The push gets me up quicker.

It's only the end of round 1, and I'm ready to get back in the ring.

Let's go.



(P.S. I know you'll be reading thank-you.  Bring on the next round.)

The Reality of LIVE video (balls on the line) Stuff ups are ok.

Yes embarrassing, Yes confronting and Yes, you feel extremely vulnerable while on LIVE camera.

....But that's the reality! (no pun intended)

In this video above you will see a more vulnerable side of me.  I recently (like 10 minutes before shooting this), had a some what terrible experience, where at the last minute I got rid of all my notes and and wing it with just some cue cards.

This threw me and I wanted to throw in the towel after stumbling!

Find out why I didn't in the above video.

Watch from the 1:38 Mark of LSG 11.


Read This Before Getting a Dog

"Having a dog is a big responsibility" - spoken by anyone who has owned a dog before. "I am ready" - spoken by a naive potential dog owner

Today's post is a little different to what I am normally put out there.  But I created this blog to share as much information that will be helpful to others as I can.  Which is why I wanted to share this.

I make this post not to deter you from owning a dog, but to highlight some of the lessons I have learnt over the past 2 years of owning a dog.  From Puppy to 2 Years old.  This is the story of Basil.

Let's go back to March 2014 when my previous partner (out of respect/privacy I will just reference her as G) and I, decided it would be great to have a dog around.  We were both fairly stable in our careers, had been dating a while and had just rented a house together with a great size backyard that would be perfect for a dog.

We talked about it and decided we would start looking and if the right pup came along, we would get it.  We both liked big dogs, and wanted a now we just had to find the right one.  Although they say the dog actually chooses you (which it's actually true).

We also decided to rescue a dog.  When G suggested a 'rescue dog' I was originally skeptical as I honestly thought they were 'damaged'.  Turns out it is one of the best things you can do.  There are so many pets out there that need a home and love, I'm really glad we made that choice.

After looking at one other dog about 30 minutes from Melbourne and deciding it wasn't for us, we continued searching.  Which is when a handsome young chap named 'Tyrion' showed up on  He was around 2 hours away at a foster carer's home in Stanhope, Victoria.

When adopting there is a little bit of a process to ensure you will be responsible parents which included an application process, pictures of your backyard to see if it's safe/suitable (side note: it used to be perfect....used to), and also questions to judge you as future parents.

We got approved and traveled down to see if Tyrion was for us.

With no expectations, we made our way to Stanhope on a Sunday afternoon in March 2014.  If we thought he was going to be a good addition to the family, we would come back the next weekend and sort out the paperwork and payment.


20 minutes with this puppy and I could tell we would be heading home with this 13 week old little cutie that day.

We could tell the foster parents were not taking good care of him as when we asked what he was like on the lead she said she wasn't quite sure and told us 'he gets a lot of backyard exercise' (read: I've never walked him), and he also had worms (carer tried to tell us he had spaghetti for dinner the night before after we saw him crap some worms out l0l).  We literally had to rescue this dog!

OK, we now had ourselves a dog.

But we had our first problem...We didn't have a lead, collar or a food bowl!

So off to town we went.  It was 2:30pm by this time, and if you don't know Stanhope, it's very, VERY small.  Fortunately the only pet store in town was indeed open so we got what we needed.  We withdrew some cash for his adoption fee and within an hour...we had ourselves a new dog!

First things first, that name had to go.

What is Tyrion anyway?! (apparently a Game of Thrown's character...but I've never honestly watched it..but you can crucify me for that another day).

Anyway, I am not well versed in dog names, but even I knew that was terrible.  I suggested 'Dillon' in the car...but after being mocked for 10 minutes for such a crap name, G suggested 'Basil'.  I must admit, it is one of the best names out there.  Suits him perfectly.

image1Basil @ 13 weeks

It's also essential that you choose a dog breed that you can cater to.  There is no point getting a working dog, or a large breed dog if you live in an apartment and are never home.  That's not fair.  You would be more suited to get a shit-sue (did I spell that right? ;)).  You need to consider the dog more than anything in the purchasing decision.  Of course it's not as serious as having a child, but they do need to be considered.  You also need to be aware of malting (even for a short hair dog, Basil's malting is insane) and also maintenance (longer hair dogs will need hair clipping and regular coat maintenance).

So at 13 weeks old, we literally had no idea what we were into.  I hadn't ever really owned dogs before (I mean I had 2 when I was around 8 years old until I moved out at 17, but I had no idea what good dog ownership was about.

Plus with those dogs we did everything discipline, no classes, no daily walks.  And it showed.  They had terrible manners.

But after some stern advice from G, we enrolled the little man into puppy classes - 1 night per week for 4 weeks.  Coming from a background of never giving a dog discipline or lessons, I had no idea this is what you needed to do, but looking back now, I am extremely grateful for G pushing hard for this.

So off to class we went.  This is essential for anyone looking to own a dog.  I highly recommend getting them enrolled early in classes.  The earlier the better.  These early stages really help with their development, how they socialise with other dogs and help with the bond between you and your dog.  I never knew it was a big deal, but learning to communicate with your dog is just as much about you as it is about them.

So while he was getting some good education at puppy school, we also did a bit of home schooling during the week.  I'm a little biased, but he is a very quick learner (just like his dad, right? ;)).  But one thing he wasn't quite grasping was the whole chewing thing.

Actually that's a false statement.....he was very, very, very good at chewing.  All in all I think the tally of destruction would total at least $2500.  Expensive jumpers and pants, around 5 of his own walking leads, G's brand new $150 shoes that she had only worn once, around 10 bra's, 4 random havianna thongs, and even his own bed fell victim to this little dude's addiction to chew.

(OH and he also chewed the ADSL internet cable under the house which would normally incur a $350 call out fee, but Telstra didn't charge us for that because they thought it was a rodent...!  I obviously kept my mouth shut).

Fortunately this was just a phase (albeit expensive), and after around 6 months old, he stopped the chewing of other people's possessions business and now only chews on his toys and bones (which he is lucky enough to get at least 1-2 times per week).

I'm not going to get into expenses, as there are a ton of other guides out there but just be aware of a few things that will be required:

  • Vet Yearly Checkups
  • Pet Insurance (yes this is a thing, and yes you should get it)
  • Puppy School and Continuing Education (uber important)
  • Food/Treats
  • Worming/Flea Treatment/Random Medical
  • Maintenance (baths, clipping, hair etc)

Next, I want to cover off continual development and classes for Dogs.  Continual development is just as important for dogs as it is for humans.  Dogs thrive on challenge.  Education is also a major part of the bond development between you and your dog.

basilBasil going to Christmas Class put on by the dog training was dress up day!

Your ability to speak to them in their language has a direct correlation to how good of an experience you will have with your new dog.  I cannot stress this point enough.

This is especially important for Bas because of the Kelpie inside of him.  He has A LOT of energy and loves the 2 walks per day he comes on with me.  But it's not just physical stimulation.  Remember at the start of the article how I mentioned we had a perfect backyard....hmmm not so perfect anymore.  This is due to boredom, frustration.  Once I started testing him more, the damage stopped and the backyard is slowly starting to look better.

For the next 12 months, everything was good.  Basil was enrolled in classes and was doing great.  He would get a morning walk with G, followed by a nightly walk with me.  Then we switched it up and he started getting a 1 hour walk in the mornings while I listened to my audio books.  He loved it because we were out for ages, and I loved it as I was learning and walking...!

Unfortunately, as life goes sometimes, G and I split.  This meant a couple of things.  Basil wouldn't be able to have both a mum and a dad.  And since I was going to stay in the house with the backyard, G and I decided that he would stay with me.  I do truly appreciate the gift that G gave to me, as I know she loved him very dearly (I mean who couldn't!).

But this also meant a couple of things.  Mainly that I was now a single dad.

Which is when the reality kicked in.

I had a 18 month old puppy (I call him a puppy, but he was a teenager by this stage), that I was now the sole carer of.  Both walks would need to be conducted by me, feeding each night by me, all his expenses and care were me.

What you don't realise is that without someone else in the picture (my old partner), you are the everything to this creature.

You are their world.

After making a couple of early mistakes (such as forgetting to feed him one night and having to give him food at 3am *oops sorry Bas*), I set myself strict standards from that point on.  Never again would I forget and he would now be fed between 6pm and 7pm every night.  This still holds true to this very day.

You will also need to know that if/when you plan to travel, you have a solid plan in place.  2 years ago, before I had Basil, I had no idea that I would want to join the public speaking circuit and share my knowledge.  I didn't think I even liked travel.   Now, I am opening my eyes to the many opportunities but must also consider him in these options.  Although a few of my close friends have been great while I have done some travel, no-one will take care of him like I do and no-one will provide 2 walks like I do.

Although generally positive, of course I am human, and have been through dark times.  But the one thing that can always pull me through is the little dude sitting next to me with four legs.


My Motivation in the gym.  He Deadlifted This!

It is a massive responsibility.  Which is why I ask you to please be careful when deciding if you are ready for a dog.  You need to consider all situations and think long and hard about it.

But I wouldn't change anything for the world.

Basil has changed my life, and I love this pup and the lessons he shares.

Speaking of which, he is staring at me with those big brown eyes and urging me to take him for his second walk....

Until next time....


P.S: Here are a few pictures of him to keep you smiling:

bas1Normal Dog is Normal.

IMG_2097Coolest Dude Ever...Right?

IMG_2182Roadtrip to the Beach! (he actually hates the car)

IMG_2216Basil is my Cafe date nearly every day (he is also much more popular with the ladies!)

IMG_1760Watching Dad Work!

Dealing with Rejection as An Entrepreneur.

Everyday we face the possibility of 'rejection'. The job you wanted fell threw, the girl you wanted to take on a date turns you down, that client you were going to sign says no....

It's virtually impossible not to get down emotionally when these things happen.

But the reality is, there are going to be plenty of fuckups along the way.

And it's OK to 'grieve'. Just don't get stuck in that hole.

Have confidence that there is an abundance of opportunity out there for those following the principles of success (hard, ethical, and smart work)

Follow them and I guarantee you will achieve what you want.

Of the leaders I have been lucky enough to be around, not one of them has a story free of heartache and tribulation.

Some grew up poor and had to fight their way to the top, others were born into money but had to fight against the stereo type that money somehow does the hard work for you.

Rejection doesn't get any easier, the key is to work so hard at creating opportunities, you never get down on one single event.


P.S, You might find this longer article about a recent event I encountered helpful...

Why I started ANOTHER blog....

As if 2 others weren't enough, right?, and now,

Each has their own social page, and each has their own email newsletter.

The answer to why I do this rather than just on one mega blog is two fold:

1. I simply have a lot to say. 2. I have complete respect to the 'fans' of that page. (not my fans).

Notice I said 'the' fans, not 'my' fans. The fans do not belong to you.  They're there for their own selfish purposes.  To fulfill a need they have....not to stroke your ego and make you look good.

In fact, you belong to the fans.  Without them you wouldn't be able to effectively share your message, and potentially create income/derive new clients.

I started these new blogs out of respect to the fans.

  • PT Prophet - for personal trainers who want to grow their business and listen to great podcasts with industry leaders.
  • be nice. - for sharing nice stories about people that impact my life.
  • and now - which I use for sharing personal anecdotes, my entrepreneurial journey and sharing what I learn.

If you're like me, you'll have a lot of ideas.  But my biggest advice is if you want to share them with the world, do it with respect.  Share with those who have signed up (e.g: liked you page, signed up for your newsletter).

Short and sweet today.

Thanks for reading.


p.s if you're wondering what the woman in the picture is there for, it's Aretha Franklin, who sang the famous song, R E S P E C T.

Am I Crazy? (must read for anyone wanting to quit their job)

At the end of last year, I may just have lost my mind. 27 years old, with a solid position inside a growing company.  Plenty of opportunity for travel, a cruisey work environment and a great network of people I'd built up in and around the business.

and I left......

I left the security of money going into my bank each week, a whole bunch of benefits and the fact this position involved the biggest celebrity on the planet (clue: "I'll be back" and "Asta-La-Vista...Baby").

Am I crazy?

I hope not....but I understand why you would think that...

So why did I do it?


Over the past 6....wait 27 years (I'm currently 27 at the time of writing this), I have followed the norm.

  • Go to school....check
  • Finish High School....check
  • Go To University....check
  • Get a corporate job...check
  • Get a job in your 'passion'...check

Yet I still wasn't happy.

At University, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do...but I liked 'business' so I studied that.

After completing the degree, and finding out unless you had experience, the job market's MINIMUM requirements required my degree...which is fine, but it also meant it was no longer a selling point.  I ended up landing a job...but the company's graduate program lacked direction.  They took me on because they wanted a graduate and had big plans, but there were no structures in place.

Me being me, I still worked hard, but it was a 600cc motorbike being restricted to 50cc....there just wasn't enough work to keep my mind occupied.

I wanted out of the 9-5 corporate world and into the 'fitness' industry.

I remember spending the train trip to work, my lunch break and then my after work hours researching the industry and trying to find an 'in'.  I had a couple of connections but nothing major.

Then out of the blue, I started tweeting with what was going to be my new boss.  He said he liked some of the content I was putting out (note: it was a video I had poorly edited of me eating a burger & fries in 6:44 minutes while wearing a t-shirt showing his brand by the way).  He asked me to come in for an interview and we went from there.

2 years passed and we did some great things.  I built a few websites, created a few eBooks and learned A LOT about the fitness industry.  A terrific apprenticeship up until that point.

But I wanted more.  I got paid by a friend to do a private website (my first 'outside' job) and enjoyed the additional income from utilising skills I had developed.

By this time I had also become a huge fan of Pat Flynn's podcast, 'Smart Passive Income'.  It had me hooked.  I would literally listen 3-4 hours a day to his entire episode library about how to make more money and grow your online following.

This lead to me deciding I would start a podcast....I loved asking questions, so what did I have to lose?

And that's when it all started.  My 'entrepreneurial' journey.

[drop_cap]The Double Life[/drop_cap]

For the next 2 years I would live a double life.

In the mornings, I would get up at 5am, write a blog post or two, learn about internet marketing and listen to some audio books.

Then I would work my 8, 9 or sometimes 10 hour days, then come home to continue building, learning and growing my online following.

To be honest, I loved seeing the growth.  It was exciting (and still is...)

On top of this, I was getting more and more website clients. Initially I had to hustle and 'create' demand for websites....but before long, I had crafted a (small) name for myself in the fitness industry, at least within my local area, as the go to guy for fitness websites.  Trainers and coaches would call me and tell me they wanted websites.  I priced them up and completed the work in my spare time.  Of which was very quickly disappearing.

But it wasn't enough.

A full time job, website design,  podcasting, internet marketing courses...but still, I wanted more!  So I took on more projects and couldn't stop.  If you're anything like me, your mind seems like a crazy idea generation machine at times....creating all of these ideas with a distorted view of what it takes to fully embrace them (something I've had to learn to deal with).

It was like a switch was flicked and my brain was in a hyper-active, hyper-responsive learning mode.  Anything I would see, I instantly needed to learn how to do it.

Internet copywriting? No problem.  Crafting an email...Yep can do that too.  Making sales pages and learning new software...CAN DO.

However, certain things were suffering.

I had zero work/life balance.

I was literally working 5am-8am, commuting to work (while listening to audio books), working my day job, then returning home to work from 6pm-11pm or 12am at night.

Rinse and repeat.

This was not sustainable.  And it paid it's toll on areas of my life.

A perfectly good relationship started to break away from me, which would eventually lead to us going separate ways.

My insatiable hunger for 'more' was eating away at me.  When was enough, enough?  It wasn't a money thing.  Don't get me wrong, it was nice to have dual incomes, but at what price?

Sacrificing workouts (one of my BIG passions) and feeding myself with unhealthy food was destroying me.

[drop_cap]The Year of 2015[/drop_cap]

Moving on, 2015 was a massive year.  We were very busy at work and by this stage not only were we running the gyms, but my boss had taken on the opportunity to work with Arnold Schwazenegger.  This meant his core team of himself, myself and 3 others, worked their asses off to put on this event.

As if having 3 side businesses (website design, a bootcamp business me and a friend decided to start, and by this stage, a coaching/consulting business off the back of my PT Prophet podcast) wasn't enough....we were also putting together the monumental task of delivering a monster sports and fitness festival.

How big?  To give you an idea, on Day 2 we had to shut down the Exhibition Centre (in Melbourne) due to reaching capacity - a feat achieved only once before in the venue's history.  Literally insane.

But we pushed on and although there were some crazy hours (16-18 hour days) towards the last couple of weeks, we produced it.  We all stepped up and made history happen.

To be honest, it's probably one of the most proud moments in my entire life.

Not the fact that I got to meet Arnie, I mean that was pretty cool, but the fact that we had done it.

From an idea in my boss' head, to fruition.  And we had all made it happen.  My biggest passion is seeing ideas come to life so it was inspiring to see the whole thing complete.

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Once the event was over, we all got some time off, and even went to Brasil as a team to have a look at the equivalent event over in Rio.  This trip of a lifetime given to us as a bonus for doing such a great job.

Yet as the year went by I couldn't help but think there was something else out there for me.

I had all of these skills, and once again I felt throttled (my own doing).  I wanted to achieve so much, but with 100% respect for the business, their goals and mine were in different places.

Some days I would love it, others I wanted to just do my own thing.  So for the best for both parties, I put in a letter of resignation.

To be the best person I could be, I need some time to 'find myself' and create my own path.

I needed to give this thing a go....

This 'entrepreneur' business.  Which brings us to here.

My current state where I am officially 'un-employed'!

[drop_cap]So here we are[/drop_cap]

I am now 5 weeks into my full time solo gig and if I'm 100% truthful, the novelty is slowly wearing off.

Don't get me wrong.  The freedom is amazing, and I am enjoying working from where-ever I feel like, but there is a certain transition period I think all entrepreneurs and self employed individuals need to go through to properly find themselves.

I am adhering to some great practices such as a consistent wake up time, getting work done early in the morning, a solid exercise schedule and building my network....but you cannot help to feel lost at times after having 27 years of direction.

helmet nice

But hey, life begins at the end of your comfort zone....right?

Well I can tell you, I know I'm about to embark on a damn bumpy ride....

Lucky I've got a damn good helmet!

Until next time, Hayden


P.S. if you're thinking about leaving your job, I HIGHLY recommend picking up the book 'So Good They Can't Ignore You' by Cal Newport.

It basically argues that most people should not quit their job and 'follow your passion' UNLESS they have skills in said passion.  The author, Cal Newport, makes some extremely valid points and is a must read for anyone in the situation of wanting to leave their current career for what they think is their passion.

The Joy of First's

I've been wanting to write about this for a while now. Albeit short, I think you're going to enjoy it.

It's something that is truly unique to us as humans.

It's the joy of firsts.

  • Your first kiss
  • That first pay check from your very first job
  • The first book that truly changed your life
  • The first time you rode a bike
  • The first drive of your first car
  • The first time you realised you were really good at something
  • The first time you did ANYTHING that you have done at least one more time since and enjoy.

All of these events, etched within our memories have formed the person we are today.

We remember them like they were yesterday.

Where we were, who we were with you, whether it was inside, outside, day or night...

Experiencing anything for the first time that is enjoyable creates such a buzz within us, we want everyone else to experience that same joy.  That same excitement and empowerment.

Trying new things, learning the basics and testing them out is a part of life.

Nothing compares to it.

This is the only way we can grow as people.

To try.



p.s: What is your strongest 'first' memory?  Leave a comment below and let us know.

For me, it was sticking to a weight's program at the age of 21 and seeing my first bit of progress.  Even though it was small progress, it was still progress none the less!  And it has completely shaped the person I am today.