 For 25 years, I had wanted my life to change. I dragged myself out of bed through a nine to five that felt like my life was completely meaningless. I flew home in my car because honestly, it was the best 20 minutes of my life. And then I rinsed and repeated Groundhog Day over and over and over. And that's when I decided that I needed to change something. But changing my life was a lot harder than I thought. I read all the success stories and I wondered what I was doing wrong because it just wasn't happening for me. I modeled successful people, hired the coaches, bought the courses, read the books, but the progress was all slow. Wondering if I was even working on the right things or if I even had what it took to change my life. But each time I wanted to quit, I told myself, just one more day. Don't go back to the way life was. Just one more day. Don't quit. Just get through today. 1,195 days. That's how long it took me. And every damn day I looked at my goals on that piece of paper. Every damn day I wanted to quit. Every damn day I wondered if I had what it took. But every damn day I refused to quit. 1,195 days.