The Catalyst
A voicemail on a warm sunny day in London, England
If you partied harder than I did in your late 20's and 30's, kudos.
It's 5am on a Saturday here in California, and I'm just waking up.
I went to bed most Fridays at this time in my party years.
Often in a different country to which I started the day.
I worked damn hard, but I partied harder.
I have zero regrets, other than I wish I'd met my wife sooner.
Partying was great, but it wasn't real. It numbed the pain of being in sales.
Of being treated like a cog in the wheel versus a human.
Of being betrayed by friends, and of life's challenges.
The experiences of that decade are X-rated.
But you wanna know one thing that I'm still perversely proud of?
I turned up to work every day and crushed my number.
I built companies, was loyal, and fully committed.
Wanna know why it's perverse?
I put everyone else ahead of me at my expense.
I wasn't honest with myself about what I wanted and what I needed.
Until one day I got a phone call that changed my life.
Actually, it wasn't a phone call.
It was a voicemail.
"Hi Wayne, it's Professor Cheeseman. I was wrong, your tumor is malignant, you better come and see me as soon as you can. We have to come up with a plan."
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💭 Dreamer. It's my new personal blog.
💃🏻 Wanna follow along as I reflect on some wild times?
😳 It's gonna be a bit X-rated, so you'll need to buckle up at times.
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I’m Wayne. I’m a dreamer. Have been since aged 9. That was Plymouth, England. Now it’s California, USA. Join me on my journey of dreams, setbacks and the odd victory…