I should’ve been looking forward to 2017.
The year started with a bang. I sold a property I purchased for $6 million for a whopping $19 million after just 7 years, but I was struggling.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something important was missing from my life. By many measures, I should’ve felt great. I had achieved my goal of becoming a world-class Event Producer, with over 1000 events under my belt.
I had a wonderful marriage and quality life-long friends.
I lived in an incredible mansion on a wine estate in California, had visited over 50 countries plus I secured a 20% position in a 9-figure business I co-built in just three years, which would net me enough money never to work again.
Ever.
I had love, wealth, prestige, and success, yet…
No real joy. No deeper meaning to my achievements.