consistently over time, yield staggering results,” reinforced the entrepreneur,
recalling one of the brain tattoos she’d been schooled in during this magical
adventure.
“Yes,” declared the billionaire cheerfully, as he stretched and then touched
his toes while whispering to himself, “Life is good, and I must help these two
kind souls become great—before it’s too late.”
“Here’s the real takeaway,” the billionaire carried on. “Elite producers and
everyday heroes understand that what you do each day matters far more than
what you do once in a while. Consistency really
is a key ingredient of
mastery.
And regularity is a necessity if you’re amped to make history.
”
In that moment, the entrepreneur’s attention was stolen by her phone as
the screen lit up. Stunningly, the following words showed up in lettering that
resembled blood dripping, leaving her trembling and shaken:
A killer IS coming
“Baby—what’s up?” asked the artist, revealing
more of the growing
intimacy of their relationship.
“Yes—what happened?” wondered the billionaire on seeing the ghost-
white face of the entrepreneur.
“It’s . . . um . . . It’s . . . well . . . it’s . . .” she sputtered.
She fell to her knees, in a flower bed close to where the chauffeur had
parked the SUV. Almost as quickly, she stood up again.
“It’s another death threat. They’re telling me someone is on the way to kill
me. The investors again. Pushing me to leave the firm.
Guess what, guys?”
the entrepreneur said, pivoting into a posture of high confidence and mighty
defiance. “
I’m not leaving
. I built this company. I love what I do. I would do
anything for my team. Our products are incredible. And growing the
enterprise has given me great fulfillment. I’m ready to fight them. Let’s go!
Bring it on, I say!”
“It’s being handled,” murmured the billionaire, echoing what he’d said at
his beach, on first learning about the situation. “Just stay fully present to the
teaching you’re learning and this special opportunity of being a new member
of The 5
AM
Club. Keep having a blast here with me in Mauritius. Continue
this little love story unfolding between you and my tattooed friend over here,”
smiled the billionaire. “And keep strengthening the awareness of your natural
power, as a leader, performer and human being. I’m really happy to see your
progress. You already seem braver, lighter and much more peaceful. Good on
you.”
“Getting up at 5
AM
is getting easier as each day passes,” the entrepreneur
said, feeling comforted and sounding composed. “The insights you’re sharing
are valuable. I’m growing a lot. I can’t wait to go granular on how to make
the habit stick and learn
The 20/20/20 Formula
so I know exactly what to do
during my Victory Hour. I’ve been practicing some yoga and walking along
the sea in the darkness before the sun comes up, yet I’d love some help on a
more specific ritual. I know you have one.
But the philosophy, so far, has
been remarkably helpful.”
“The precise methodology is coming soon. At this point I simply want
you to know that the concept I’ve just shared with you both is called
The Day
Stacking Foundation
. Winning definitely does start at your beginning. Own
your morning and the quality of your day rises exponentially which, in turn,
upgrades the calibre of your life exceptionally. You’ll be so much more
energetic,
productive, confident, excellent, happy and serene—even on the
most difficult of days, when you calibrate the front end of it. Okay, now you
two go and have an amazing day together. I love the words of the poet John
Keats, who wrote: ‘I almost wish we were butterflies
and lived but three
summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than
fifty common years could ever contain.’ Pretty great, right?”
“Totally,” voiced the artist as he tugged on three dreadlocks, patted his
stomach and then laced up a black combat boot. “Totally agree.”
“And what
time should we meet tomorrow, cool cats?” inquired the
billionaire, with a look that confirmed he was quite sure of the answer.
“5
AM
,” the entrepreneur and the artist replied enthusiastically, in unison.
Chapter 11
Navigating the Tides of Life
“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the
heart.”
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