It took me 4 years of helping others get out of The Waiting Room,

and discover that the place we go and hide from life had another roommate.  

The new roommate hid in plain sight. 

Dressed nicely.

And paid the bills.

He even told us that we were great,

responsible and able to make our dreams come true.

We believed him. 

He was our only supporter and reward. 

Our only cheerleader. 

His name was Work but he called himself Success. 

He stood next to the door fooling us to believe that he was our way out, our way towards freedom. Towards life. 

His presence was huge but yet invisible.

He blended in with our dreams.

He told us we needed him.


And we listened.

And because we listened he became us.

That’s why we didn’t see he lived with us in the Waiting Room.

He was one of us.

He went to work with us.

He came home with us. 

He even slept with us and visited us in our dreams.

Telling us to work harder, do more, be better.

But he was good at keeping us away from life by keeping busy.

Busy making a living. And not living a life. 

But work that feels like a burn out IS NOT LIFE.

We thought we were living when all we were doing was running around in circles with smoke… from burning out.

Don’t be fooled.

Life is not where THERE IS NO TIME FOR YOU to breathe and think. 

That’s The Waiting Room. 

Certainly not your one and only life.

This new roommate will question you when you want to have some fun. He will guilt you. Torture you.

He will scream at you…

Who will pay your bills, who will get your kids through college, who will buy your clothes and food?

Without me you can’t have a life.

I will ask you to close your ears. 

And walk out.

Not because I want you to quit your job. Nope.

But because its time to get some things straight.

Work will always be a big part of our life but not our whole life.

And just because you went to work, picked up your kids, and made all your appointments it does not mean you lived a life.

Ask yourself this every night: 


With life,