just move, already.

Move already. Yep. Just pack your shit and go. 

Ever since I was a kid I remember having dreams of living all over the world. I have yet to live in another country, but, I have had the pleasure of living short and long term stays in Arizona, Utah, Oregon, Hawaii, and of course Montana. I’m creeping up on 25 years old and it feels like yesterday that I loaded up my 2003 Pontiac Grand Am, AKA… “ The Silver Bullet,” at the ripe age of 19 headed south to pursue a life’s goal of wrestling for a Division I university. The journey that follows the tears I shed as I left Great Falls for Tempe, Arizona six years ago is one that by fate, destiny, or whatever mojo you want to call it, brought me back to the same place I was so young and eager to get to after what feels like a lifetime ago. 

Once my dream of being a National Champion could not come true due to a series of back surgeries, I spent the next five years finding myself and my purpose. Let me give you a timeline of places that I have lived and what business venture I attempted during this time, bear with me…

After high school I moved to Tempe, Arizona. Attended Arizona State University for 2 years before being declared Medically Ineligible to wrestle. College dropout. Ran a network marketing business that involved close to 2k affiliates. 

Company temporally shut down, moved to Montana for the summer. Had no clue what the hell I was going to do. Got a call to move back to the desert, I answered. Moved to Scottsdale, Arizona and did door to door sales for a solar company. Felt lost, something was missing. I needed wrestling back in my life. 

So…

Moved to Orem, Utah to coach at West Jordan High School with best friend Val Rauser. Started a kids wrestling club called, Dream Bros Wrestling Academy. 

Fell in love. That love shit is crazy. 

Moved to Kauai, Hawaii with ex girlfriend to do Work Trade on a meditation facility. We lived in a renovated Hawaiian Tour bus and ate meatless diets. I also ran a philanthropic company called Conscious Connections. 

Broke up. Went crazy. Moved back to Montana. Bought a camera, said I was going to be on TV. Was on TV. 

Participated on Discovery Channel’s, The Wheel. Came home. Dabbled in Portland. Got my life straight. Moved to Bozeman. Started a supplement company with my Dad. Coached at a wrestling club. 

And here I am, back in the same place it all began 6 years ago, Scottsdale, Arizona. 

This go around, I’m a much different man. A better man. A man with six more years of amazing life experience. 

It all started with just packing my shit and going. Going to wherever my heart said to go. Time after time, I packed up and left. Just like that. When I wasn’t happy, I left. When I felt my time in a place was done, I left. When opportunity presented itself, even if it meant moving across the country, I did it. Over and over I jammed cars, trucks, and trailers full of my belongings and went on my way. Most of the time scared absolutely shitless as to what the future brings, but all times still having a deep faith in good things coming. It has been one hell of a journey. I would not trade a single day for the beautiful life I have had the pleasure of being a passenger in. 

I tell you this story because maybe you are on the fence about moving somewhere you have always wanted. Maybe you are holding yourself back because you are scared of change and living up to your full and true potential. Maybe you are making excuses and putting the reason you haven’t left yet on other people, your job, or situation. 

I once heard the saying, “If you plan on doing the same thing, better expect the same results.”

And that’s just it, what is the result of your current circumstance? Are you happy? Like, really, are you happy? 

If you’re really not happy, fucking change it. Quit your shitty job you hate waking up for. Leave that abusive and controlling significant other. Say peace to your family who doesn’t want to see you win. Move to a place and surround yourself with winners. Begin to attract people who bring up you. Spend time doing your passions. And if you’re not feeling it, pack your shit and move. 

The formula is rather simple. The question is…

Are you willing to give up a little to get a lot more? You choice. Love ya either way.