Once in a while, I’d get a message from a younger coach, asking me how to become successful, and then I’d start grinning like a little kid on his birthday.
It’s humbling as heck to be perceived as “successful” by your peers. The first time I got that question I asked myself, “Hold on, when did I become successful?” Truly puzzled, I went back through my diary, but didn’t see a day or a time when I had noted my arrival at “success.”
In reality, I don’t think there is just one indicator.
Whatever the case, I suppose I’m some place where others want to be, but I walked a long, meandering, and oftentimes, unsexy road to get here. At the risk of sounding like the rapper Drake, I started from the bottom…