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The last year

In the pre-dawn light, the temperature is pleasant, a stark contrast to the heat that is surely to build just a few hours from now. There is a sense of peace, like silence and calmness, ruptured only by the birds calling out to the rising sun.

Tomorrow, at this time, there are those of us who, like me, go back to work. This is a thrill, for this year it is different. In previous years, I have been filled with a sense of dread, as I did not feel like I had a choice and I was filled with a sense of duty and obligation.

This year is different, because I am looking forward to the last year that I have to go back to work in a full time, selling my time and body for money. New things are emerging from my unconscious, and I know that this is the last year that I will need to do this in this way.

I’ve bandied the idea of passive income around, and have considered how much I would love to step away from a full time commitment. I’ve looked at side hussles, and pushed harder than ever to build a viable product so I can sell my expertise ‘evergreen’. The outcome, up until this year, has been lacklustre, and it was only yesterday that I realised why the results were underwhelming.

I had thought that to get more results and greater outcomes, I needed to work harder and harder. I did not understand the importance of leverage and the fact that I can use other experts and tools to expand my reach and boost my impact.

Why walk when there is a plane to get the same result – massively increases the impact over a much shorter duration. And so I smile with joy as I start the first working day of 2025 differently.

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