LA Is For The Doers
I think several of us have all heard that quote before. I’ve heard it numerous times, in songs, from people, from friends and family. Even now whenever somebody visits me and they talk about how much they love LA and I jokingly tell them to move here, they say “nah, LA is for dreamers.”
I couldn’t disagree more with that statement.
Sure, Los Angeles is a city where people come with high hopes of becoming musicians, artists, creators, writers, actors, and pursuing all of their dreams. Hell, I even came here to create a dream for myself. However, there is a huge difference between coming here with a dream and living here for 20+ years with it untouched, and coming here with a dream and doing something with it.
Let me tell you something very important.
You will not do well in LA if you are a dreamer.
Yes, you might survive. You might end up somewhere doing something that you think makes you happy, but it will be temporary. Think about it, do you want to survive, or do you want to thrive?
Which brings us back to my original point. LA is not for the dreamers. It’s for the doers.
LA is rich. It’s rich in ambition
Everybody wants the same thing. To make it. To make something of themselves, to make money, to create a business, to be the next Jennifer Anniston, to be the next Victoria Secret model or Fitness Influencer. You have to be blunt, you have to be aggressive, you have to WORK for what you want and you can’t expect to be given handouts.
I have this friend, whom I remember very clearly a few months before moving to LA, we got together for a coffee and I told her all about my plans to move. She was shocked, and slightly hesitant to believe me. I of course being naive asked her to come with me and she declined saying there’s no way she would be able to afford that and she didn’t want to go especially because I was leaving in less than 4 months.
Less than 2 months later, I left and didn’t look back. I did not meet my financial goal for the amount of money I wanted to have saved up, I did not have a stable job, I didn’t have a place to stay. I just drove. I booked an Airbnb in San Francisco to stay overnight, I barely slept. I woke up early and drove the rest of the way to LA. I went straight to the beach. I sat there staring at everything in awe.
I did it.
That’s how you have to be in order to live in LA. You go for everything. You try everything. You don’t sit there contemplating every move and weighing out the consequences. Shit is going to happen. You will lose a job, you will struggle, you will cry (I bawled) and sometimes you’ll feel so hopeless and terrified because you can’t find a parking spot and you’ve driven for over an hour and at that point you’re more than a two mile walk away from your house that you think, ‘maybe I’ll sleep in my car tonight.’ lol. Chances are, the things you will go through, others have gone through as well.
I’ve had so many people ask me how I did it and how they can do it too. And my response is and will always be the same. You just do it.
It’s okay to have dreams. In fact, it’s encouraged. But I promise you, if you don’t get up and just go for what your heart really wants. Your life will be the same.
LA is for the doers.