bottom is the prep room
you have to know bottom to know top.
right now, i’m waiting on four or five sources of capital. none of them have come through. it’s tedious, it’s frustrating, it’s testing me in ways that feel invisible. the waiting stretches your patience, exposes your fears, magnifies your doubts. you feel your mind searching for answers, shortcuts, explanations, escape. nothing shifts. nothing arrives. the human instinct is to run, to react, to grasp for control. but bottom is not punishment. bottom is preparation.
it is the place where endurance is forged, patience becomes muscle, clarity becomes habit, and self-trust becomes practice. it is where you are forced to look at your own capacity, to notice how long you can hold your center when the world does not reward you immediately. if you never linger in the space between effort and arrival, the top will feel hollow, unearned, empty. the beauty of bottom is that it stretches you, forces you to carry more, to handle more, to endure more than you imagined possible. it teaches poise, quiet confidence, and the internal calm that comes from self-reliance.
patience is not passive. it is active. it is posture. it is showing up for yourself even when nothing external aligns with your expectations. the bottom is the prep room — the hidden classroom, the crucible where winners, leaders, and humans capable of more than average are shaped. it is where discipline, clarity, and poise are nurtured. it is where you learn to trust your own timing above all else, to honor the unseen work that precedes visible results.
every day in the bottom teaches endurance, humility, and vigilance. every moment of waiting tests whether you are capable of holding your own center, whether you are ready to carry the weight of the top when it arrives. it is not glamorous. it is not exciting. but it is where greatness is quietly built, away from applause, away from recognition, away from anyone noticing.