I have been trying to turn my computer on for an hour now and since it’s already 10:44pm I’m just going to type up this bad boy on my phone. Gotta love technology.
This week, as each day passes, I feel the momentum build little by little in anticipation for Friday. I am like a kid, well I am a kid... anyway... I am like a kid waiting for Christmas! Santa comes in the form of a lovely private postal delivery man who clearly knows who has been on the nice list this year. If you need a hint, it’s us, we are on the nice list and Mr. Clause is delivering a whole lot of goodies come Friday.
Product might be arriving Friday but this dream is a lifetime in the making. The man to thank isn’t me, it’s my Dad.
Today I took a minute and walked around Total Nutrition & Tanning simply to indulge in everything that was put into creating such a successful small business. As I looked around I didn’t see protein, preworkout, and tanning lotion. When I looked around I saw the years of hard work, devotion, and blood, sweat, tears, and sacrifices my Father had to make in order for me to be in the position I am today. For that, I am grateful.
I am grateful I have had the privilege to watch my Dad for the last 24 years wake up everyday and pour his everything into his business. As I walked around today I couldn’t help but be incredibly humbled. Humbled, because I sometimes want success so fucking bad that I became frustrated when my output doesn’t match the results. I’m humbled because it took nearly a quarter century to build what I was seeing and here I am getting worked up after 18 weeks in operation.
TNT is the house my Dad built.
Fueled Supplements is the house I’m building.
Good ole Bruce might be the man who makes the final call, but it’s me who is young and hungry, just like the Wayne 23 years ago in 1995 when the doors to Total Nutrition & Fitness first opened. My Dad was 25 years old when he opened the doors to TNF. I’m 24 today. I then think of my 18 weeks heading a company and I’m rightfully put in my place. 18 weeks ain’t shit when you look at 23 years. Thank you Dad for never giving up.
As a parent I feel it is your duty to provide your children with better opportunities than the ones you were given. I’m thankful for all the opportunities present in my life due to the actions of my parents. As a young man who one day may be Vice President of a different house, one with wife and kids, I can’t help but feel obligated to take the legacy that my Dad has built and provided and take it upon myself to do the same.
So as I took my final glance around the store today, I took it all in, took note on how I felt, and made a promise with myself that I’ll never give up on this dream of mine because,
“What would Dad do?”
16 for 30.
My name is Josh Morin and my mission here is solely to be the light to help you find your north star.