“Don’t reward yourself with more work” – Me
I always joke with my friend George about the consequences of being good. People will continually ask you to do things. “Hey man, can you show me how…” or “Qwan what is this…”. I’ve always been eager to help people, because I have the knowledge and know-how to get the job done. I’ve also come to realize it’s the worst part about this journey. Because all I do is fucking work, I’m burnt out, and it’s my own fault.
I celebrated my 10 Year Anniversary of Qwantity Media this year. I don’t remember what I did, but I’m 99.9% sure working was involved. I am tethered to my computer at all times. I can remote in from the bar, from the beach, on a date (WHAT ARE THOSE), at a museum, anywhere. I work on my birthday, on Christmas, on Juneteenth, Easter, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Tuesday, if it’s a day that ends in “Y”, I’m working. When my phone goes off, it’s not a booty call or someone asking me how my day went, it’s somebody asking me about a video. I hear the Slack notification in my sleep; clickety-clack, clickety-clack, over and over again; that’s my nightmare. I work too much and it’s overwhelming.
When I first started this company, it was out of spite. I told someone I was going to make money by making YouTube videos, and they scoffed at the thought. It took me less than three years to accomplish that goal. See, I am what you call, a fucking beast. I’ve created over 1,000 videos, I have over 100 million views on YouTube, I have movies, I’ve produced tv, I’ve done everything over the last 10 years and honestly, it was fairly easy. I can create with little-to-no effort, I can create with no budget, I can literally do anything I see, because I am the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be. It took me the entirety of 10 years to accept the fact that my work is good enough. I have an opportunity and it feels like the one.
I’m burnt out.
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