I just got back to L.A. last week after being in London running a boot camp.

London to me is magic.

When I go to London I feel like I belong there.  I immediately plug into the energy of the city.

And that energy is so strong it drives me, it pulls me more and more every time I’m there and it inspires the shit out of me.

I could tell you that London is the only city in the world where I’ve never, ever experienced a moment of boredom.

It’s the sights, the sounds, and the food—really it’s the people that create the energy of the city.

There are people from all over the world living there. Every European country that you can possibly imagine is represented in London.

London to me is a place where I would love to live.  I would love to spend three or four months in London and really become a local.

I never try to meet people in London, I never even think about meeting people—it just happens.

I have a lot of friends there now. As a matter of fact, most of the guys who have taken a London boot camp end up becoming long-term friends with me. There’s just something about the people there that I can really relate to.

Something about the city just suits who I am as a person.

So when I flew back into Los Angeles last week, I thought to myself, “Here I am, back in the land of the flip flops, back in the land of the self-absorbed, back in the land of perpetual sunshine and conversations that bore me.”

And usually I spend a few days in a state of culture shock as I readjust to life back in La La Land.

But this time it’s been a bit different; this time I’ve been suffering from some major jet lag instead.

There’s nothing worse than jet lag.

The shock to the body, the time difference, and the feeling of lethargy—it’s the worse.

Okay, there’s actually one redeeming quality of jet lag: you wake up a lot earlier than you normally would.

It’s been a week since I’ve been back in LA and I’m still on London time. I wake up crazy-early in the morn.

It’s good because I can be really productive, and I’ve been reflecting on what I experienced during my trip.

London opened me up again in a different way. It actually inspired me to set a new, serious long-term goal.

Whenever I come back from London, I always say that I want to live there one day.

Now I want to put together an action plan for actually doing it.

Life is all about having action plans, long-term and short-term goals. And my long-term goal is to live in London.

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So today, let’s talk about what your short-term and long-term goals are.

What are your short-term goals?  

What are your long-term goals?  

And please, stay on topic! Sometimes, when I write a blog, you guys will go off on a tangent about how your breath smells from what you decided to eat earlier that day at a restaurant.

Don’t do that.

Stay on topic and tell me all about your goals.