Are you too poor to have an epiphany?
Every LinkedIner worth their salt has, at some point, shared their patented recipe for success: The listicle of X things to do daily for improved energy (libido), creativity, and cosmic good fortune (wealth).
We’re promised that these X things will bring success (obscene wealth), self-reflection (damn, the view is good from here)—and a desire to build our own following (cult-building) so everyone can prosper (the pyramid has infinite levels) as we share secrets of the growth-mindset universe. 🤯
Alas, accomplishing these X steps each day requires:
- Eight hours of sleep on Belgian linen or Egyptian cotton
- A home-brewed Nespresso
- A Peloton workout and/or kettlebells and/or ketogenic diet with an $80 scoop of whey powder
- Zoom call with your old college bud turned tech-bro
- Reading your young daughter (big eyes, canopy bed, poignant questions) a bedtime story
- Epiphany on a business trip (in first class obviously, because economy class is where dreams go to die)
These observations lead me to a highly unsatisfactory conclusion: I am too damn poor to have an epiphany.