When it comes to running your own business, business can be pleasure. Whoever’s telling you different is clearly in the wrong of work. Speaking of work, when you work for money and nothing else, that’s exactly what you’ll end up with: Money, and nothing else. Do it for the right reasons. Don’t be shortsighted. You know better. Think of sex as a business activity with an ROI. It *will* help your productivity (and profitability) in the long-run. Ditto for naps, massages, dirty
It might be true that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. But the successful baller shot caller says, “Playa please!” and finds another avenue that naturally comes easier. Trust in nature. And anything made with vodka. You should probably have a good cry, already. And then another. And then another. But…use waterproof mascara. Never tell yourself you shouldn’t feel a certain way. If you feel it, that’s all you need to know. Don’t fight battles you weren’t meant to.
Marriage scares the *#$^!&*(±*@&%^$*#@(±!!)!)!%&@# out of me. As a matter of fact, it scares me so much, there should really be some of these in there: ¡¿¡¿ (For once, buying my Macbo in South America, and having the corresponding Spanish keyboard, paid off. Lo at that sexy upside down punctuation! You like them papayas? Do ya? I’m pretty sure I learned how to parallel park faster than I learned how to navigate this keyboard, just for the record.) It’s not marriage
“I started my own business so I could be my own boss!” Meh meh meh meh meh! *high-pitched little girl’s voice* No, you didn’t. You might think you did, but you definitely didn’t. Want to know why? Because being your own boss is infinitely harder than having a boss. And by infinitely (which, by the way, is a pain in the ass to spell), I mean 17,929,531.9045 times harder. Yes, that’s exact math. Although I suppose it’s than that, since we’re
Hand holding. It’s a beautiful thing. Especially when the hand that you’re holding is tall, dark and Mediterranean. But sometimes, other forms of hand holding is just as…tingly. Like when you’re in the early stages of business brainstorming, or getting your business launched, and you need someone to: a) Kick your ass b) Hold you accountable c) Just tell you what the fuck you need to do d) So you can do it e) And everybody goes home happy Based
I have a confession to make. Not about the time I was a cold, unfeeling bitch. Or the time I fell in uncontrollably in with an illegal Mexican immigrant who lied to me for 7 months about his real name. Nor about the time I mixed oatmeal and hot sauce and secretly liked it. (Just kidding–what kind of a sicko would actually do that?)– No, no. This confession has to do with my business. And with you. In a
I have many beliefs. Like black lace, for one. Or a perfectly timed comeback. Or that no matter where I am in the world, coffee will always taste better through a straw. (I’m even incd to call this fact than belief.) You know, the important stuff in life. But there’s one belief in particular, one belief that has served to inform every aspect of my life, from dawn until dusk, til death do us PART. (Likely the only time
First Day of the Week: Could life BE any better? Somebody bring me champagne. Feed me chocolates. Tickle my toes in all the right places. And send a memo to the president alerting him to the fact that I AM A GOD DAMN GENIUS. This whole me-running-my-own-biz-nass thing is really going to work out after all! RELIEF. RELIEF. RELIEF. MONEY! MONEY! MONEY! CHAMPAGNE! CHAMPAGNE! CHAMPAGNE! Jumps! Up! And! Down!– Second Day of the Week: I suck. Suck, suck, suck! The
“To have a home, a family, a property or a public function… To be a useful cog in the social machine. All these things seem necessary, even indispensable, to the vast majority of men, including intellectuals, and including even those who think of themselves as wholly liberated. And yet such things are only a different form of the slavery that comes of contact with others. Especially regulated and continued contact.” –Isabelle Eberhardt
“Good afternoon, ma’am!” he cheerfully exclaims. I lo up from my menu at the outdoor cafe, and I’m greeted by the eager, smiling face of a young boy. One of his front teeth is noticeably chipped in half, but that doesn’t stop him from beaming with uninhibited enthusiasm as he carefully lays down 5 sheets of Hello Kitty stickers to the side of my placemat without permission. Before I can say anything, he takes the lead: “My, your hair color
You’ve been suffering. Despair has been bloodthirstily clawing at your soul—savagely, abruptly & without abandon. It’s grips are icy & callous, as it mercilessly forces itself upon you, the lingering smell of stale gin on its breath, violently violating your good intentions. You feel smothered, dirty & ashamed as you gasp for air & pray that it will be over soon. Tears fall silently, but you cannot defend yourself. Despair overpowers you. You’ve tried screaming for help, but as it
Life is full of contradictions. Take the very premise that America was built on: Fearless determination, courage, imagination, and nothing than a dream mixed with a ful of hope. America was built on the backs of the stubborn, the tenacious, the rebellious – those who would not accept no for an answer. They started with a belief. From that belief grew a vision. And from that vision grew this country. Thereafter, the cycle continues to repeat itself: This country
Sometimes, you just know. Just like I knew, the very first time I heard the most beautiful Spanish being spen by a blonde-haired, USA born girl who had studied abroad in Mexico, that I, too, would someday have foreign adventures fueled by a lustful curiosity, a carefree spirit, and heaps of naivety that would eventually turn into some of the most powerful wisdom I’ve acquired. It wasn’t something I ever questioned; it was simply something that I knew, with every
We hear it all the time: FIND MEANING IN YOUR LIFE. It’s become the advice du jour. The magical solution to our woes. The on-call prescription for disappointment with life. The hope we hold onto when our own has abandoned us. In a sense, the search for meaning has become a religion of its own. We worship its ideals and bow at its implications. We’re kept awake at night, hoping to form a relationship with meaning. We want to feel
In this post, I talk a lot about my own personal journey, and how I’ve gotten to where I am today. If you just want to skip to the end where there are resources that will show you how YOU can get rebel against mediocrity and take your life & career into your own hands–sans boss–then be my guest. My feelings won’t be hurt. The Evolution of a Shy Girl Turned Outspen Lunatic Most of you probably have a good
A harsh lo at the unflattering reality that we live and die by, day in and day out . . . without even knowing it.
It’s not easy being freesy: Unconventional doesn’t get the credit it deserves.
Your life is essentially the outcome of a never ending series of decisions. Make sure those decisions are truly in with your goals by using a commonly overloed factor beyond simple pros and cons.
We’ve got a /hate relationship with the word “success”–by standard definition, it’s measured as a black & white outcome, but perhaps that’s the wrong way to go about it.
The distinction between desires versus dreams, and why it’s important to remember which is which.
A career is a glorified version of a job–you aren’t the product of the tasks you perform, but rather, the experiences you’ve had. You are not your career.
Think critically about the things you do in your everyday life–does everything you do actually make sense, or do you do it just because that’s the way it’s always been done? I argue that it’s an unfortunate case of the latter.
Do people tell you that you should be realistic? That you’ll need to join the real world someday? That your ideas will never work out because of x, y and z? Check out the uber popular guest post I wrote for Free Pursuits.