Would he be my office husband if we worked in an in-person office? Hell no. But you know what he would be? My friend. I’

All she needed was one person to be nice to her. She was dying to feel cared about. I had no idea and didn’t pay too much attention. I went to the kitchen and got her breakfast. I came and filled up her coffee cup. I smiled.,Firstly, if a channel has built up a large audience, then it will be much easier to get a comparable level of views compared to a smaller channel. Some of this may reflect more experience leading to better videos, but I didn’t want to discount potentially high-quality videos from smaller channels. A 100,000 view video from a channel with 10,000 subscribers is probably better than a 100,000 view video from a 1 million subscriber channel.,My life has fallen apart multiple times. In 2016, I left a long-term relationship. She begged me to come back and my invisible selfishness illness had re-entered. I was back at rock bottom again.,I thought a fancy job would rebuild my life. I learned that a job wouldn’t cure anything. I came back to Australia and committed to work on myself once more. This involved reading about psychology, studying healthy relationships, and dealing with my selfishness illness.,A journey to an unknown destination without any plan can help you have the sort of insight you need to make a comeback. Your home is a bubble. An unseen destination is a way to look in the mirror at yourself, by observing people in a foreign land.,I felt the shift in her. I came back 15 minutes later and asked if she wanted a second serving of breakfast. I wasn’t trying to be kind; I thought I was just doing my job as a waiter and providing good service — the sort of service I would want if I was homeless and had to attend a soup kitchen.,When you volunteer at a homeless shelter you quickly discover your own problems are pretty tiny in comparison. The first morning I volunteered there was a woman in her 50s who came in crying. She’d been raped and beaten by her partner and spent the night sleeping in the street. This happened daily.,Pro tip: before an uncomfortable moment in your life, replace the voice in your head with the voice of someone stronger, using your earphones. Switch on an inspiring person to tell you that you can, rather than your own mind that will tell you, you can’t.,Calling him anything with the word spouse in it, though? Referring to him that way with co-workers? Kee-keeing about how he’s essentially the replacement of an actual husband? Pass.,I realized that if I could find a way to help someone other than myself, then something might change inside of me. I began to see I’d spent my entire life serving myself. I was obsessed with myself and what I had to get out of life. I never helped a single person. Every conversation was a financial transaction. A romantic relationship was a sexual transaction.,Instead, all I saw were happy couples kissing and holding hands. It was torture. San Fran wasn’t a fairytale either. There was homelessness everywhere. The tram cars had people in the morning who would scream the whole way and beg for help, due to their mental illness. The onlookers, including me, seemed completely oblivious as though they couldn’t hear or see anything other than the screen of their rotten apple.,He spent hours and hours teaching us how to prime our minds to do things that scare us. By the end of it, he had us all in a trance, making us believe we could do anything. I thought it was him. More than six years later, I know it was in fact me who had control.,I’m 47 years old. I’ve been in the workforce in some capacity for 30 years. I have seen a lot of work spouse relationships, including my own. I don’t know of many that didn’t end in — ahem.,It became time to walk on fire. I was scared because I hate fire. I suffered a bad burn as a kid and it scarred me for life. Right next to me was another guy I made friends with at the event. He was a banker just like me. We got on. He was doing it and assumed I would too. We agreed to walk across at the same time. Right before we walked out they added fresh coals to our path. We both walked across and made it to the end.,I woke up the next day and my feet were still badly burned. I couldn’t feel a thing, even though the damage was visually disgusting. I made it through the next three days without feeling any of the burns. I realized that something had shifted in my mind.