I’ve had a hard time sitting down and writing this post. Instead of just me telling you what you should be doing today, I’m going to share with you a story.
First off, I want to thank everyone who has begun to follow me on my journey. It’s quite humbling when I wake up to 500-1000 more followers/likes than I had when I went to bed. My reach is already surpassing what I thought it would be for this point of this year so thank you.
So I’m writing today from a confident and ambitious stance. I have literally crushed my January goal in 2018. I had it written down that I would have at east 500 likes on Facebook and at least 500 followers on twitter by the end of January.
I know many of you will ask, why does it matter?
I want to be on a motivational speaker and the only way I know how to do that is to try and impact as many people as possible. So if people are liking my Facebook page, it means they’re digging what i’m offering. Every like that I have is a potential goal that was reached because of something I said or posted. So yes, it’s very important to me.
So right now I’m pushing 2500 likes on Facebook and almost 3000 followers on twitter. This didn’t even seem possible for me when I set my goals in the first week of 2018. I feel grateful and humbled.
So, here’s the story. I want you to know how I came to be a motivator.
When I was in my early 20’s, I was a bust. What I mean by that is, I had no ambition and was essentially going through life with no real meaning. I was attending university at the time but grades were honestly the least of my worries. I mean, I wanted to pass, but that was really it. All I really wanted to do was get wasted.
I was a drunk for most of my university years.
This ultimately led me to that line in the sand moment where I had decided that I either had to straighten my life out or spiral out of control.
Unfortunately, I chose to spiral.
There is an entire year in which I remember very little. I was barely attending class and when I did I was usually intoxicated to some degree. I really truly believed that I was living a great life. I was passing my courses and I thought I was this genius that could handle boozing and going to school and that I owed it to myself and the world to push that limit as far as I could.
I felt invincible.
But like all stories the tragic hero would eventually realize his tragic flaw. I failed my first course ever in 2012. I used all sorts of excuses as to why it happened. Bad professor, poor content, poor questions on the exam- you name it. At the time though I didn’t think for a second that the reason I failed that course was the fact that I was drinking so much. I mean that’s what made me such an awesome student?
I still remember the exact moment I realized my tragic flaw.
I woke up from a 4 day bender on a Monday and went into instant panic. I realized that I had completely missed a due date the previous Friday. I mustered the courage to go talk to my professor in the morning (before I hit up the bar). I walked in to his office and explained to him that I was extremely sorry for missing his due date on Friday and that I would be very grateful if he gave me an extension to pass it in later that day or the next day. The whole time he was looking at me with a very concerned look on his face.
He finally stops me as i’m throwing up verbal diarrhea giving him every excuse I could think of. He holds his hand up and says: “Mat, you were in class on Friday and passed in your paper. I’ve graded it already and here it is. You should get some help- have a good day.”then escorted me out of his office.
I left confused and deeply embarrassed.
This was one of the lowest points of my life.
I realized then that I was not living to my potential. That this drinking and school didn’t make me a superhero, it made me a drunk that was wasting an opportunity.
So I made up my mind that day that I would get out of this hole that I had dug myself. It was time for the real Mathew Melanson to take control and start realizing my potential.
It was time for me to finally take control of my life.
So I came back to myself, and boy did I ever come back with a vengeance.