Everybody’s talking about it these days. Everyone wants to 10-ex their life.
And why not?
10-exing is fun. I would like to 10-ex pretty much everything about myself. Who wouldn’t?
(besides credit card debt, mortgage payments, most physical dimensions, phone calls received, customer complaints, sleepless hours, achilles tendon pain, migraine frequency, quantity of microwaves blasted through my bodily tissues (10-exing whether I like it or not…) traffic down my street, carcinogens in my home, piles of things I need to file, employees, taxes, etc etc. I could reverse 10-ex them, I guess)
Actually, the only things I want to 10-ex might be free hours to read, write and make art, fantasy sexual encounters, conversations with friends, opportunities to exercise, days mucking around in the wild and nights sleeping under the stars. Selling paintings for $100,000 rather than $10,000 would be ok. Selling 10-ex more mattresses would be nice. That’s about all.
By the way, no one says 10-times anymore. Those days are over. I don’t want to get 10 times stronger. I want to get 10-ex stronger. It’s the new way.
(PS. Many people I like and respect say this. They probably invented it. But it’s still funny when buzzwords take over.)