I hear a lot of talk about new ‘biz ops’ that are ‘sexy’, therefore more appealing to the younger crowd of entrepreneurs all over the world. You know what is sexy? No limitations. Watch this and find out what I mean.
lots of people go to school and major in something. Finance. Marketing. Cardiology. Veterinary Sciences. Whatever.
I’m currently in school. Bet you didn’t know that. I’m in Financial Freedom school. it isn’t much different than people going to ‘normal’ colleges or universities, except our endpoint is likely much, much different. See, my school teaches me how to earn what I’m worth, and how to help others realize they are worth so much more. It teaches me how to recognize greatness in others. It teaches me how to believe in myself. At the end of my 3 years of school, I will be far better off financially, and living my life as I wish, not as my ‘free time’ dictates.
The hardest subject in my schooling is how to sell an idea. A belief, if you will. Sure, I have tangible products to sell, and customers are great; we need them to keep moving, as any business does. But I have to learn to sell an idea that there are different ways to live. That there are alternative means to earn money, means that grow and grow and grow. But you have to get a person to believe it is possible first.
Sometimes I write posts, and when I get to the end, I realize I shouldn’t actually POST what I wrote. This happened yesterday. I never want to sound preachy, which was the result of what I had written. Will I be direct? Yes. Will I be blunt? Yes. But not preachy, and I’d prefer to stay away from putting down other businesses out there (when discussing business). There was no real way to get my point across yesterday without doing this, so I opted to not make it public.
Today, I’m irritated. Not quite RPO, but irritated as hell. And today, I’m about to get direct with you, dear reader.
I wish I could make one of those magic flowcharts that tells you what to do at the end, based on your answers from one step to the next. It would be SO MUCH EASIER to make people understand what they just don’t know. Mine would look something like this:
Weight can be a funny thing. I’ve decided I’m throwing out my scale. Well, ok, just not using it any longer, as my husband still uses it. But for me, it is pointless. I’ve only lost like 3 actual pounds, but my body is most definitely different now. I have more muscle forming. I have lost excess stuff around the middle (thanks, pregnancy). I can fit into smaller sizes now. But that scale taunts me. So, I shall kick it to the curb, figuratively speaking.
Anyway, back to our big topic lately…what do you do when you are Really Pissed Off?
If you are like me (heavens help you if so), your mind is continuously processing thousands of ideas per second, racing around trying to figure out what will work, and what won’t.
How was your weekend? Did you enjoy it? Did you perhaps go somewhere, and really not want to return to work this morning? Welcome to the world of billions.
I’m trying to end that cycle for myself, and anyone else that wants to jump on the train.
I saw this blurb today:
USAtoday.com writes: By 2030, based on the current trend of widening income inequality, close to 85% of all working-age adults in the U.S. will experience bouts of economic insecurity.
I’ve been through my bout, never want to go back. Still climbing out of it, as a matter of fact. Why is it that the majority of people must have a negative experience affect their life before they will create a ‘cushion’ for themselves? Before they realize it is even necessary? Are you one of those people? Are you going through life every day, thinking to yourself, I have a good job, comfortable life, generally have no problems with money (people that live paycheck to paycheck view themselves as comfortable because their paycheck is big enough to cover what they currently want). What happens when you get hurt, can’t work, or even worse, what would happen if you died? If your spouse died? If there was no life insurance? And I’m not talking AFLAC stuff here. Morbid? Yep. Reality? Oh, yes.