In second grade my teacher, Miss America (hand of God, that was her name), had an exercise in which she would predict the future career of her 7 year old students. During this point in my life football was everything to me. I was the quarterback, I was a receiver and I played defense. I thought I was the shit. Plus, Pops was the coach so I got to take home the play book.
I was for sure going to be a QB in the NFL. Miss America had to see it. Look at these biceps, I thought, these are the biceps of Pro Ballers. I can’t wait until she confirms my awesomeness to the entire class.
“Beaux, you’re going to be a coach.” she says, deflating my dreams.
Fast forward 15 years.
My first real, big-boy, job interview. There I was at a publically traded tech company and I got asked, “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?” Stunned that I didn’t have any bullshit up my sleeve to suffice for a good interview answer, I blurted out, “I’m going to own my own gym.” Then I pulled out a shaker cup and pounded a protein shake.
They hired me.
That was 5 years ago. My plans have been all over the place leading up to now. I didn’t have a resolute, spoken vision to become a gym owner. My vision changed constantly. For a while I thought I’d be in recruiting forever. At other times, sales were my best option.
No matter what I did though, the iron was always there for me. The gym, my haven/church/asylum, never turned me away, rejected me, or made fun of me. It inspired me, challenged me, motivated me, and taught me much about manipulating change in the human body. Like no other subject, I studied fitness. I read and researched. Talked with pros and guided amateurs.
Good luck getting me to study math. Unless it’s addition by 45’s, I really don’t care. Though now I’m starting to get pretty proficient at multiplication and division of everything by 2.2. Fitness could captivate my attention endlessly.
When I first met Kristen she secretly told me the she wanted to own a functional fitness facility. She was going to start it with another friend. I thought, “That’s cute”. But she meant it and here we are.
It’s easy to say, “Go after your dreams!” but in reality, it’s really hard. It’s a huge decision and if the people closest to you don’t support it, it’ll be damn near impossible. Kristen has made all of my dreams possible so I recommend you find people to have in your life that encourage, inspire and love you unconditionally.
If you do have a passion, don’t let the fire extinguish. Fuel the fire. Get involved with the community, attend events, support locals doing the same thing. Eventually, you’ll be good enough to get paid to do what you love and you can leave your meantime job to follow your dreams.
Collectively, Kristen and I were making over a quarter mil a year working at some of the best companies in the world. We’ve given it up in pursuit of true happiness.
My friend Sooman used to tell me this constantly “Confucious says, ‘do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life'”. Totes bro – thanks for the advice.