I can say with a high degree of certainty that I would not be who I am today without Tim Ferriss.
I can also say the same thing about Garfield, my mother, and Moses. But sometimes we must ignore the infinite tangents that pierce each of us and weave inexorably back to an ancient black hole.
Anyways, my life has been drastically improved by listening to Mr. Tim’s podcast.
In 2016, I was working out in the middle of nowhere. I won’t describe it because nowhere is typically without notable features. But there I was, being paid to wander the plains and woods of North America. Sometimes on foot, sometimes by tractor, four-wheeler, or F-350. Ostensibly I was attempting to halt the spread of invasive species, but there really weren’t any. Or sometimes there was so much birds-foot trefoil that I couldn’t possibly lug enough herbicide to destroy it all nor did I desire to spread that much collateral damage on the surrounding ecosystem.
So, many of my days were spent in search of, nothing really. Usually alone. For a while, I enjoyed the solitude and fresh air. I was coming out of a hard time trying to escape an aimless and negative life. And it was fantastic. But equaling out a negative still leaves you with a zero.
I faced a grand vacuum of personal expectations. Horrifyingly vast and taunting. It was easy to lower the score and slip backward. It was about this time my friend and coworker recommended the Tim Ferriss podcast to me.
I had already been listening to Isaac Morehouse’s podcast which I credit with getting my mind cogitating and receptive to new ideas again. College was a real bitch for me personally.
When Tim Ferriss came about to me I was hungrier for knowledge than I had been in six years. Fortunately, each of his episodes averages around two hours and there was a backlog of 200 episodes or so.
It was a truly magnificent period of my life. Wandering through pristine prairies collecting seeds by hand while picking up sage life advice from people I could only hope to meet. Gunning my four-wheeler through swamps while laughing with geniuses I’d have never had access to otherwise.
The job itself was, well, a job. I did it to the best of my ability and tried to improve processes where I could. But all in all, it was not intellectually stimulating. Usually, when a job reaches that point, I tend to bow out.
Instead, I woke up every day excited to learn from a hero I never knew existed. Even Tim Ferriss doesn’t suggest that anyone listen to every episode of his show. He makes the point often that he designed his show so only 10-20% of episodes appeal to the standard listener. But, there I was, talking to cows and mending fences hours from the nearest gas station.
I’ll never regret listening to guests whom a time-constrained routine would normally disallow. Often it was people whom I wouldn’t give much credence to who could spell out truths in ways my mind had never considered.
To this day I still listen to every episode for that very reason. I can’t give a completely open forum to every thinker in my path, but I allow Tim to curate a selection for me. All for the high price of nothing. What an amazing world some of us live in.