Good Morning/Nite Dazees,
I turned another year older last week and something hit me that I wasn’t expecting.
I’m happy. Like genuinely, actually happy. Not “I hit a goal and I’m riding the high for 48 hours” happy. I’m regular, baseline, woke up and liked my life happy.
I love that for me.
And why shouldn’t I be? Nap Pack’s first project is moving forward. Green Wednesdaze is evolving from a newsletter into a media company. I’ve got a lot of positive shit going on.
I haven’t figured everything out. I’m still not making the money I want to make, but I’m still grinding for bigger opportunities. I could stay focused on everything I don’t have, but apparently this year happiness didn’t wait at the finish line for me.
How you feeling this week? What’s something that makes you happy that you keep putting off because you’re waiting on some milestone first?
Fuck waiting. Celebrate that shit now.
Lucky number this week: 32
I got 32 birthday texts. I read every single one. If you were one of them, thank you. That shit meant more than you know.
Proceed with caution to the most important 721 words of your week.
-Joey.
