I’ve been fully nomadic for about a year and a half now, I believe.

At the time, I started everything from scratch.

I wasn’t even doing digital marketing for clients, which has been my hustle for years.

It all about dropping content and livestreams, and making offers that related to mindset and being more authentic.

Which is cool, but slow boogie.

I made some sales here and there, and worked with some amazing clients that I still have amazing relationships with.

But it was super slow, financial wise.

Luckily I lived here in Bali, where I could live pretty well for less than $500 a month.

No joke.

People trip out when I tell them this, but it’s completely possible to do this and actually live pretty good.

I did most of the stuff I still do now for that price: I surfed every day, worked out, ate healthy food, internet, transportation, even had a membership to a co-working space.

Totally possible.

It did get hairy from time to time, and was highly unpredictable.

Plus living at that income level was right on the edge.

Anything could happen and wipe my ass out…

Maybe my laptop broke or something.

It woulda been a big ass fucking problem.

So I was under a lot of stress.

I had gone from a normal job making around $100k/year to $500 a month.

And life was fucking amazing for me, I didn’t have a care in the world.

It was one of the best decisions I ever made, but I still had standard problems.

I was putting a lot of pressure on myself to grow the business, because I was concerned about the “what-ifs”.

Being concerned about the “what-ifs” was so much better than being concerned about what other people thought about me.

Recently, I went back to Dallas for about three months to spend time with my family who hadn’t seen me in a year.

The minute I stepped out of the airport, I felt a rush of anxiety when I saw a Mercedes Benz drive by, and from that point the anxiety didn’t leave me.

What is that anxiety?

“I have to get to get a truck.”

“I need this.”

“I need that.”

All coming from a mind that needed so little.

Back in Bali, the less I had, the more I had.

And that rings true today.

I ride a scooter, I live in a room for $430/month, even though I surpassed the income I left when I lived in my high rise in Dallas a long time ago.

When I first got to Bali, I saw a green Lamborghini driving down the cobble stoned roads and I did what everyone in America does:

Stopped and took a good look at it.

I couldn’t believe they were driving that thing here, in this place.

That thing was going to be fucked up, with door dings and broken tail lights in a matter of minutes, I thought.

My gaze wore off when I realized something else: Nobody was looking at this car.

None of the locals gave a fuck about this piece of Italian perfection driving down the roads.

Nobodies head turned when he revved the engine.

Nothing.

It doesn’t matter.

And in the grand scheme of things, it never will.

It probably didn’t matter to the driver.

I always wondered why he was driving that car, but now that I think about it, he was probably making a statement about the bullshit by driving it somewhere that it WOULD get fucked up.

In a world where mother fuckers sell their souls to get those cars and cry when a little sand gets in the floor board.

So that lesson was an easy one for me.

I’ve seen it before.

There’s nothing like freedom.

People talk about legacies and shit, I just want to the freedom to do what I want.

So the “what-ifs” are the things I found myself concerning with, and desiring money for.

I never want this lifestyle to end.

I think about it every day; I even pray to GOD that I get another day to do what I do, even though my primary belief is that I am in some kind of simulation.

Playing some kind of game.

I still get caught up in the game, just like everybody else.

I still distrust my reality from time to time.

In these times, I found that the one way I could reconnect myself to this trust was through meditation.

Taking some time from the world in the morning to just make sure the first thing I did when I woke up was meditation.

And it worked.

Despite everything that was going on, the fact that I was living my life on the financial edge, the practice of mindfulness allowed me to manuever through my day with ease.

Despite the myriad of bad thoughts that were coming into my mind, a little hour a day brought things back into focus.

That this IS all a game.

And that if it all collapsed around me, there was a yoga mat and a beach waiting for me with coconuts to drink and eat.

There were good conversations with good people, and a life with more meaning and far less complications than what was behind a computer screen.

Most people forget this.

That the “bottom” isn’t actually “the bottom”.

When you spend time with entrepreneurs and you see the problems that some people have, you realize that perception is the only difference.

The bottom can be the top, and top can be the bottom.

One of my mentors right now who I consider to an amazingly abundant life, is spending time now thinking about how much he can get rid of.

All he wants to do is teach and do yoga.

So lately as my business has grown and I have now hired someone on my team that I am responsible for, the stress has come back.

I’ve found myself stressing about the amount of work on my plate, and jumping back into the same routines.

Routines like getting on social media first thing in the morning.

Fucking Twitter.

Watching the world burn and crumble and then jumping right into my business on the hot mess express.

This has had negative consequences, one of which for me is a complete dealbreaker: Missing a sunset, and missing a day of surfing.

Something I would be able to do if I had $0 in my bank account.

The things that allow me to really see reality in her most beautiful splendor; the place where I cannot help but be grateful for everything in my life.

So I fell off.

Sometimes this happens on the level up, but once the deal is broken it’s time to re-evaluate.

How did you make it through when you had nothing?

What was your relationship with your mind and reality?

For me, the only thing I had was meditation.

And so that’s what I got back to this week.

Fully submersing myself into the present moment, and enjoying the world without any of the bullshit from the mind.

Thoughts are more than things: They are words and sentences being strung together by the outside world projected inside your mind.

They are NOT you.

You are here, right now, reading these words and feeling something.

It’s just me and you.

When we remember that, we can be effective entrepreneurs, messengers, leaders and teachers because we truly see someone.

We can truly help.

Here’s to coconuts, beaches, sunsets, and helping people get what they think they want out of life — so that they may hurry up and discover that’s it’s all a big joke, and join us back here in the present moment.

Free your mind,

Patrick Grabbs
Yung y33t
Your Imaginary Friend

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