Network = Net Worth (The Real Kind)

January 9, 2026

You might get tired of hearing me say it,
but who you have around you will shape what you believe is possible.


I didn't learn this from business books.
I learned it from living in a tiny apartment in the city,
sharing space with another athlete who
really knew what it took.


I moved down south believing talent would be enough.
I trained. I thought I worked hard.
But when I lived with her, I learned the difference between trying hard
and
living a high-performance life.


She was disciplined.
Consistent.
Up early.
Trained twice a day.
Rested properly.
Ate for fuel, not mood.
Didn’t party (ever) – TBH this was hard because I had been taught post-game celebrations was normal.
But she turned down shortcuts, distractions, and any opportunity for drama.


She didn’t tell me how to be an athlete.
She
showed me.
In the habits.
In the discipline.
In the quiet decisions.


And without realising, my entire standard lifted.
Not because she coached me.
But because I lived beside someone who
embodied it.


She changed my net worth as an athlete.
Not money.
Not reputation.


My net worth in belief, in standards, in evidence that I could do more.


Then I moved again.
New team. New city. New opportunity.


But this time, something felt different.
Instead of being pulled
forward by discipline,
I was being pulled
sideways by comfort.


My new teammates were talented,
but comfort had become the culture.
Sleep-ins were normal.
Training “when you feel like it” was fine.
Nutrition was a suggestion.
People were more worried about being liked
than being excellent.


My choice was to join them
or hold my own line.


To fit in or stand out.


Which, at that age, felt like choosing between belonging or becoming.


At first, I tried to blend in.
I trained enough.
I performed enough.
I was there, but I wasn’t
rising.


And then one day, I remembered what I had seen.
Not spoken about, not lectured on,
but witnessed, embodied.


Discipline.
Consistency.
Self-respect.
Unapologetic standards.


I decided to hold those again.
Even if it meant being the odd one out.
Even if it meant not being “in the group.”
Even if it meant earning respect slowly, and sometimes quietly.


You don’t become who you want to be by imitation.
You become her by proximity.


So choose wisely who is in your network, because I can guarantee its impacting your net worth.

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