Wake up… Wake up. The alarm has sounded many times. It’s time to get out of bed and grind. Grind out the coffee, it’s going to be a long day. My work shoes are missing I’m going to be late. This traffic… yuck! That tastes like shit. My coffee has spilled and it leaves a sour taste? Are we talking about coffee or this 15 minute delay. My manager won’t believe my story or give me the time of day. What would it be like if I were rich? I want to stay home all day and not have to grind.

Alarm is buzzing, I’m too busy nicely dressed with my work shoes on. Sipping on some of the best coffee I’ve ever had. It’s time I go to work. Driving smoothe, watching as the ghost walk across the street, not a muffler or bumper in sight, all I see is a clear path. Out of the car and beat my manager to the door. I am the manager, the manager of my own destiny. I don’t count my chicken before they hatch, I prepare for them a day early. My coffee was prepped and my alarm went off after I was already up. My work shoes were laced yesterday in my mind. I grind… I grind a day before to be ahead of the game. I’ve done this for days, weeks, months and years. I have tears and pain to mention many times. All of this and today is the last day I grind. I’ve pictured being rich, staying at home. Now I’m a millionaire and I still feel home sick. If you want to be the best you can’t always stay in bed…

Two paths, with a positive future in mind. Who will be the bull and who will talk bullish?

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