I might be a white belt for life

There was a season where I could have been obsessed with a blue belt.

I wasn’t.

My coach once told me I’ve been a white belt longer than anyone he’s seen.

He even said he had a dream he promoted me.

Then he laughed and told me I’m not ready.

And honestly?

I’m fine with that.

Because while I was a white belt on the mats, I was chasing a different belt everywhere else.

A black belt in mortgages.

Late nights.

Early mornings.

Underwriting files when everyone else was asleep.

Prospecting when it would have been easier to scroll.

Reps nobody saw.

Seasons matter.

When my kids were younger, the priority was different.

When the business needed me, the priority shifted again.

You cannot max out every category at the same time.

If you try, you end up average at all of them.

I would rather be a white belt in jiu jitsu than a white belt in the thing that feeds my family.

Belts are relative.

In one room you are behind.

In another room you are years ahead.

The mistake is comparing belts across rooms.

The mat does not care about your funded volume.

Your P and L does not care about your guard retention.

Different scoreboards.

Different seasons.

Build the belt that matters most right now.

The other ones will be there when the season changes.