My wife, Jennifer, loves to watch Shark Tank and The Profit. I am always reluctant to watch but when I do, I get hooked. I am starting to like The Profit more than Shark Tank because I just like Marcus Lemonis. Marcus doesn’t fit the TV mold and I believe that he’s a no non-sense type of guy. The Profit has done some follow ups where they will show businesses that Marcus invested in and have failed, which makes me buy into the show more. After watching The Profit and Shark Tank, I’m left thinking about the people who are profiled on the show. They will tell their story of how they got started and how passionate they are about the product they are selling. I’m amazed by their motivation and their passion for their work. I’m left wondering, what exactly is my passion? I’m still drawing a blank.
Who doesn’t want to be the boss of their own company? Who doesn’t want to set their own hours? Who doesn’t want to live out their dream of becoming a success? Who doesn’t want to fly their own jet, buy random cars, and live lavishly? I do!!! But I’m still drawing a blank. I don’t really have a product to sell. I don’t have an idea for something useful. I don’t have something I want to create anywhere in my mind. Anywhere! I also don’t know any geniuses that I can piggyback off of either.
I want to become that contestant so that I can become the next Profit! I want to be the next Mark Cuban. Shoot, I just want to be rich, and invest on some motivated geniuses so I can get richer. I mean, that just sounds amazing and fun. Sell me your pitch, let me see if you bullshitting me, maybe I’ll give you some money but you have to give me some of your soul too, let’s crunch the numbers…okay, let’s shake. Let me be honest here, I don’t want to be Michael Jordan rich but if I can live off of $100k for the next 70 years, I would be more than okay with that. I think once I’m 107 years of age, I can look back and say, this was an awesome ride and sleep in peace.
As much as I don’t like watching reality shows, these two shows do get me going and they make me believe. That’s what matters right? Belief? I still get a kick about the Squatty Potty or the thing that illuminates your toilet bowl at night. I should have come up with that! lol Just like I should have come up with the lottery numbers too. I have to admit, when I listen to R. Kelly’s I Believe I Can Fly, it does take me to a place that I’ve been thinking about since I was 13. The thought of dunking on a basketball hoop that’s 10 feet up in the air. Now at 36, I’ll take 8.5 feet in the air while someone takes a photo and posting it on social media so that it looks like an impossible feat. For a good 10 seconds while listening to I Believe I can Fly, I fly, and yell “I’M FLYING MOMMA!” Now I’m back at my desk trying to figure how to make some money!
Update: I’ve invested in Acorns. Slowly but surely folks!
Seeking Balance While Laughing Out Loud 