My energy, every single ounce of it, comes from gratitude.
I was born in Belarus in the former Soviet Union — probably the least capitalist place in the whole world — and had the serendipity of being able to come to the most remarkable country on earth when I was three.
I’m grateful for the health and well-being of my family. It’s bittersweet, but I lost three of my four grandparents before I had a chance to know them. On the other hand, that’s meant that I’ve had a long, happy run in life of never having to know that kind of ultimate pain.
I’m grateful for the fact that my mother and father, though incredibly different, are an amazing set of parents who were able to reverse-engineer exactly who I was. I’m an immigrant, and classically, the way immigrants get out of poverty is through education (at least on paper). My parents watched me be a D and F student and allowed me to be the entrepreneur I wanted to be. They let me sell $1000 worth of baseball cards every weekend while I was failing classes during the week. I’m so grateful that they allowed me to do what I needed to do instead of getting caught up in the conversation of their contemporaries.
I will never take it for granted.
I’m just so thankful. Do you know how grateful I am that you’re even sitting here reading this post right now?! That you even care about anything that I have to say? It’s an incredibly ridiculous feeling. The fact that a person wants to buy one copy of my book is amazing and something I am incredibly humbled by.
I’m just very, very, very grateful. I will never take it for granted. I understand the perspective of it all. And I hate how many people think “glass half-empty” when their glass is really four-fifths full.
I’m grateful when I have one drop in the glass because I know exactly what to do with it.