The Whole Story

Since I was a kid I knew I was here to do something extraordinary. I just didn’t know what or how. I knew I was born to create greatness and give it to the world. Aren’t we all?

I used this inner knowledge as an excuse to be lazy for most of my young adult life.

Not laying on the couch eating Doritos and cold pizza lazy. Lazy in the sense of never working hard at any job I happened to be holding at the time. Bar back, bartender, baker, waiter (that one lasted all of 3 minutes into my first solo table), delivery boy, “art” peddler, telemarketer, sandwich maker, welder, whatever.

I was a decent employee. I did my job. I didn’t complain. I was polite. I was respectful and helpful to customers. My work wasn’t meaningful. I was bored. I was miserable.

My parents raised me right. To them that meant raising me to get a job. That was the problem.

My parents did the best they could. They taught me what they believed I needed to “make” it in life.

They raised me to get a job.

Dad was a good employee. At home he was someone different.

Dad was a good employee for the same qualities I listed above. He always wanted to do his best, at least in the beginning. At home he was different.

Some of my first memories of dad were him being upset about the people he worked with. No matter where he worked, at any point of my life, I remember him being angry about the people he worked with.

The customers he dealt with. The products he sold. The hours he worked. The management he tolerated, but sought to become. Just about anything, really.

I watched him give up on every dream he had. My dad and I had a less than desirable relationship for most of my life, but he loved me and wanted the best for me.

I remember watching mom climb the ranks of her corporate career.

From entry level data processing (when computers would literally fill an entire floor or two of her building), to a ridiculously paid IBM consultant who travels, and lives out of Hiltons, Marriotts and Homewood Suites five days of the week.

She manages countless teams and is always on the phone (I do mean ALWAYS). Always trouble shooting. Always putting out fires other people started. Always struggling to stay one step ahead of the next prodigy that is 15 years younger and hungry for “success”.

I’ve seen her go from young and healthy to older than she should be, and battling an extremely rare disease. I’ve watched her never have enough time or energy to make her dreams reality.

I love my mom.

Knowing I was meant for extraordinary things, and what I learned from watching my parents, you can understand why a job never looked appealing to me.

I had dreams. I saw the world differently. I was extraordinary. I had no idea what that meant. I had no idea what to do with those dreams.

The Mentors, The Expert, & The Workaholic

I looked to those whom I thought were successful. My version of successful. People living the life I wanted. Adding meaningful things into the world the way I wanted. Making the money I wanted.

I worked for them. I studied their methods. I followed the people they followed. I read every blog post. I bought every ebook. Every course. I signed up for every email list. In my mind I became them.

That path looked like this:

• I bought a manufacturing business (WAY too young. For WAY too much money – $250,000!)
• I started an ornamental iron company
• I became a sculpture artist
• I became a online marketer
• I became an ecommerce expert
• I became a productivity coach
• I became a online business consultant

I spent years (a decade, actually) chasing down dreams that worked for other people. Trying to make them my own because, after all, they worked for them. Why not me?

Some did work. A lot worked. I’m amazing when I’m focused. There was still much that didn’t work. The things that did work never gave the fulfillment and sustainability I desperately sought. I desperately needed. I was a workaholic long before this, but this is when I realized it. Working was my addiction.

Somewhere along the line something snapped, and I lost myself while trying to become my mentors (or anyone who seemed successful, really). I worked feverishly. I ignored my family. “I’m doing this for my family” is how I justified it to myself and everyone.

It soon started to crumble. I was scared. I was lost. I was prone to sudden and severe panic attacks. My young family was supportive, but they were also stressed almost to the breaking point. I wasn’t happy, but I kept working and working and working.

Working was my coping mechanism. It was also my addiction.

I could feel myself transforming into my dad, and I was working myself to death like my mom.

I wasn’t happy, and I was quickly losing my family.

The Defining Moment

It’s an interesting time when a loved one dies.

So many emotions flood the body and mind. Of course sadness and grief are the two with the loudest voices. There’s much more going on behind those two that has much greater impact. That was the case when dad died.

I learned more about my dad in the three days following his death than in our entire 29 years as father and son. His death left me with more questions than answers.

It also put me on the path I’m on today. Life from death. God’s creative that way.

I wish I could say dad’s death was the turning point in my life. It wasn’t.

It was  everything I learned about him in the following days. He was a different man before my time. A man I’d of liked to have known, loved, and learned from.

That didn’t happen.

This was a defining moment in my life. The fact that it didn’t happen. That it would never happen.

It opened my eyes to the path I was on. Not the one I imagined I was on. The path I was really on. It looked a lot like dad’s. Like the man whom I sat bedside as he took his final breath. The man who, in the end, had nothing on the inside.

He stopped caring. Stopped giving. Stopped loving. It left him empty.

That was the turning point.

That is when I devoted my life to caring. To Loving. To giving. To me. To my family. To others. To you.

Why I’m So Determined To Transform 30 Worried Dads Into 6-Figure Fathers In Less Than A Year.

It’s not about getting you to 6-figures as it is about changing lives. Changing the future. Inspiring our children’s children. Creating strong, compassionate, fare, economically sound role models for your family.

You building a 6-figure business in a year or less is just one of the many freeing results.

Money is nice. Money buys comfort. I like comfort. You like comfort.

But money doesn’t buy a fulfilling life. Lasting happiness. Money doesn’t buy your family’s trust and respect. Money doesn’t buy love. Money doesn’t raise your children to be the extraordinary people their meant to be.

But money does allow you and your family many freedoms. Like fully enjoying your time together without stress and fear of being capable of providing for them.

What I do here at Entrepreneurial Daddy, and the way God uses me to change the lives of the people I work with?

I transform worried dads into 6-figure fathers in a year or less. That provides everything for me. Comfort, a fulfilling life, complete and lasting happiness, and the love and respect of my wife, daughters, and you.

If your business is costing you your family. If you’ve lost hope in your direction. If your family has lost hope in you. If following your entrepreneurial dreams have left you doubting yourself. If you’re scared. If you want to Thrive more than anything this year.

You’re in the right place. I can help you. That’s what I do.

I save scared dads from giving up on the entrepreneurial dreams, and from losing their family to their work. Your wife & kids should be proud you’re an entrepreneur. I help you make that happen.

I will help you.

Your family and your business will Thrive together.

Start your change now and join me in Thrive Weekly. It a unique interactive, totally free program designed specifically for those struggling with building a profitable business while raising a family. It’s easy. It’s manageable. It’ll keep you on track every single week.

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