Whatever secret sauce he pours on his eggs in the morning

Most billionaires are polarizing.

People seem to either love them or hate them.

A friend of mine recently told me, in reference to a certain tech mogul, whatever secret sauce he pours on his eggs in the morning, I would give an arm to share.

It’s an understandable sentiment. Successful people are admirable and we would love to have whatever makes them successful.

But realistically, would that even work?

Because keep in mind, that individual’s mindset, approach, and skill set are uniquely suited to their personality and life circumstances. So even if they did have a secret sauce, drinking it by the spoonful wouldn’t necessary work for us.

It might not align with our strengths, values, or goals. We may not want to subject ourselves to a similar level of stress or personal sacrifice as they did.

For example, I like to fantasize about playing a concert in a stadium for fifty thousand screaming fans. It’s a fun visualization I do from time to time, as it motivates me to keep writing songs.

Although after thirty minutes of that mental excursion, reality usually kicks in. I laugh to myself:

Wait a sec. Not only am I not willing to put in the work to get to that level, but I don’t think I’d be able to handle it if I even got there. I had my brush with fame in my early twenties when my book went viral, and I barely made it out of that trauma with my sanity intact. I have neither the personal desire nor the psychological constitution to cope with that scale and intensity of that level success.

Look, I am a resilient person. But only to a certain degree. Frankly, it sounds exhausting to me.

And not in that, wow, I had a great day at work, kind of way; but more of the, holy shit, I think the walls are closing in on me, kind of way.

But certain people are built to pull that off.

Taylor Swift famously held a fourteen hour meet and greet with her fans. The event, which was free, showcased her dedication to her community. Two thousand supporters got autographs, pictures, hugs, tours of the tour bus, and exclusive memorabilia.

I remember reading that story and thinking, myself, wow good for her. There is simply no way I’m willing to work that hard. Not any more, at least. Whatever secret sauce she pours on her eggs in the morning, she can have it.

Whose success do you envy? Do you genuinely want what they have, or is it just an appealing fantasy?