So I'm in that mildewed butterfly zone of toxic bubbled trouble, and it's about as ass as you can get.
I'm in debt, I see the light and want to be an entrepreneur but am starting with a cough's amount of skrilla, I have to finish school,
I've got a few courtiers that are offering wonderful but currently flimsy opportunities. And no car to twiddle with them in a timely and consistent way. So what does this billowing brain do?
Get a job. Says my uncle, the well meaning and most practical man on the planet. He's a good guy, does well and means well - he just knows a bit about what it means to fuck up in life and not be able to go back. I've got a job, but one is enough - it's a stream of income that trades my time for it's earnings, and that's a system I only halfway agree with, because you can earn far more when...you aren't attached to an office/chair/job/position and you're free to earn far more. But you've got to have strategies to earn more or else it's just you slacking because you're not sure how to use the time masterfully. So sayeth Julius.
Another thing Julius is always yapping about is subordinate modeling, a form of hierarchal preservation...but more on that when there isn't a watching baby in the post.
So here's what I'm going to do, because if I don't do something soon, crying and bitchdom will have their time, and that simply cannot be allowed.
1. Plan. 2. Act on the plan. 3. Assess the result. 4. Checkpoint Celebration. 5. Return to one.
The fleshing of these steps is a private matter for now, because I've known in the past that talk is cheap unless it carries weight. When I get to #4, we'll talk during the celebration. ;)
