Mow Your Damn Grass

"O Ca-na-da.  I can't wait-to-leave-your-land."

Nothing against the Great White North at all. You guys had an awesome season for the Raps, Bautista got some chin music sung by the boys down home and your Prime Minister can get away with elbowing women in the house of Commons while dropping an F bomb or two, and that is AWESOME.

However, I think the most clear lesson I can take from this whole experience is this right here:

"The grass ain't greener on the other side. Your neighbor just had their shit together."

"But what does that mean?!?!" You may or may not be asking. In my opinion,  this is how I break it down.

I've grown up in a material lifestyle. I was always either given or rewarded monetarily and that's great as a kid, but what it leaves me with as an adult is a huge room full of bullshit that doesn't do much for me. Don't get me wrong, I miss my adult toys and my old loft and always having cigars at my disposal, etc etc  but when all that is gone, what's left? You want the answer?

YOU.  That's what's left.

In this entire hell I've put myself through, and yes I did it to myself because I'm that guy that sometimes has to piss on the electric fence to see if it's on, I've learned more about myself  than any other experience. I'm writing to you with nothing but a car full of clothes and a suitcase of necessities and it's not cute, adventurous or thrilling. It sucks when you look at the whole picture from an outside perspective. I look like I'm knee deep in Bum Valley. You'd expect me on the corner with a sign that says "Will Love for PreWorkout."

I see it different. I see myself with a clean slate, a broader mind and a whole new bag of goodies to take with me wherever I go and these goodies can't exactly be bought. This bag is full of knowledge, experience, hands on type of things that I feel give me more of a boost than I had before.

Maybe some of you reading this have felt you've lost all you've worked so hard for and I feel your pain. But as the great Tyler Durdan once said,

" it's only when we lost everything that we're free to do anything."

We've all heard that line before (and if you haven't you're about as cool as a bag of sand because Fight Club is awesome) and thanks to a really bad experience, a foreign country and an Australian for a boss, I'm now the wiser and,  for that,  I thank you Canada. Maybe I'll see you again some day.

Cliff Notes: YOU should be your prime material possession. You only get one YOU. Take care of your damn lawn. The grass ain't greener on the other side, get your shit together,  blah blah blah.

Love you guys,

Sean.