After being Mr. Nice Guy for my whole life (mostly my own fault as I know now) and a breakup of a 7 year relationship I put -everything- into, I finally learn to focus on myself.

It feels like a 100 tonne concrete slab got moved aside and underneath there was me the whole time.

It is still hard sometimes for me to swallow the realization that I am better off on my own. Close to 40 years of growing up with the whole Hollywood-Disney idea of family, love, house and children left a mark.

Now I have all of my 6 figure income to myself as well as 100% of my spare time. So much to do, discover, travel and learn. I unearthed old hobbies, I focus on health/fitness/nutrition and try to better myself every single day.

I don’t hate women at all. I have a few female friends and I enjoy their company a lot. They all have their life well together, don’t complain, earn a lot above average, remodeled their houses/apartments on their own and just shake their head at the extreme feminism you read so much about.

I just take myself out of the equation and let others do the whole dance. I just wish I would have done this 15 years ago, that would have saved me a lot of heartache. I guess better now than never.

I’m really curious about what kind of person I will be after 10 years of focusing on myself.