At the time, I was juggling multiple clients with 10-25k invoices coming in monthly… we had our SOPs dialed in and were crushing it for our clients...
But I was a bottleneck for operations, trying to serve and satisfy a roster of high-level clients without having the capital to grow my team and delegate.
I was obsessed with ironing out every wrinkle to the point where I couldn’t enjoy any free time.
I was stressed, gaining weight, and constantly making compromises in my personal life in order to keep the ship afloat...
Until the day when burnout smacked me square in the face...
When I realized that I was a slave to my business, not the “owner"...
And I knew something had to give.
It was my 40th birthday, and I was celebrating with my wife and kids.
We were enjoying a peaceful family meal out at one of my favorite restaurants when I felt the dreaded buzzing of my phone in my pocket.
My wife saw the look of dread and guilt on my face for not being able to put down my work for even one special evening...
“You can take it, we’ll be fine,” she told me sympathetically.
I apologized and went to find somewhere quiet where I could talk and as I answered the phone, I felt torn inside!
The inner conflict of wanting to appease my clients while, in my heart, knowing that I wasn’t upholding my values as a father and husband.
At that moment, I realized that I needed to find a way to take back my time and my integrity.
So I started reflecting on all the stuff I’d achieved. Things like...