How I Plan on Making $97,000 While Traveling Latin America. Bitches.
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Or, something like that.
I’ve never been particularly good at that whole planning thing–particularly when worksheets are involved. Rather, I was the chick who would get an idea one day, and then push and push and push and push the next day, and the next, and the next, and so on, until the idea came to life, using all of my creative energy, then collapsing in a big heap when it was all over. If it worked out, great. If it didn’t? Oh well–there was always another idea to play with.
But over time, my little system wasn’t always as effective as I needed it to be, and the whole goal-setting thing started to become more of a need–whether I liked it or not. And as I pondered things, it slowly started to occur to me why I disliked the notion of setting goals.
It wasn’t because goals were lame; it was because I was morbidly, asthmatically afraid of not meeting them.
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If one of my off-the-wall, spontaneous ideas ended up being a flop? I could always chalk it up to the fact that I hadn’t planned, and, well, it wasn’t really my fault.
But goal planning meant some serious accountability, and accountability meant commitment. And my fear was that if I were to commit to something, and then flake or falter? That would be my fault. And…what would that say about me as a person? I wasn’t prepared to know. I didn’t want to know.
Too much ego on the line to risk.
So instead, I preferred to protect my self-image and be generally goal-less, simply doing as I wished at any given time, leaving the chips fall as they may. Contrary to how it seems, things were safer this way. I was safer this way.
But…wouldn’t you know?
As it turns out–and you can take my word on this one–letting the chips fall where they may is romantic, but it’s certainly not the best financial strategy in the world.
Weird how that works.
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Of all the goals one could have, money had always struck me as the most superficial of them all.
But in my mind at the time, if I were to have set any goals, they certainly wouldn’t have been based around the dollah dollah bills, ya’ll.
Until one day when I realized that my snotty attitude toward money was eventually going to land me face first in a garbage dump, hunting for my next meal, quietly humming Bob Marley’s, “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright” over and over and over again in my head until eventually I went absolutely mad.
And if I had to guess, I’d say there’s probably not a lot of pleasure in that.
And so, despite all resistance, I found myself cracking open the proverbial purple self-help book with white cursive writing, and, over time, have become very, very clear on three things:
1. Money is important, and Bob is a liar, because everything is NOT going to be alright unless you have some.
2. You can’t get money if you don’t set some kind of goal(s).
3. Despite my earlier fears, I’m not a flake. And when I want to do something, I will. Trust in the universe is bullshit; trust in one’s self is everything.
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Ya need it, babes.
With that, I’m now going to do the formerly unthinkable, and I’m going to share a goal of mine with you.
A money-related goal.
Yes, I’ve made one, and not only have I made one, but here I am sharing it publicly. Look how far I’ve come, ma!
Instead of Bob Marley, this goal hums to the tune of ninety seven thousand dollahs.
Ninety seven thousand glorious, fulfilling, deserving, soul-enriching dollahs, indeed.
I’m not quite there, but I’m well on my way, and that feels good.
If my projections are correct, I should be earning a good $3k more than that by May.
We shall see.
SO.
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To that end, I’d like to extend a special invitation. Not to your typical wine and cheese party, but to a different kind of shindig.
I’d like to formally invite you to follow along with me and get the insider’s scoop on how I bring my goal of ninety seven thousand dollahs to fruition (because I WILL), and learn exactly how I earn every cent this year as a blogger & digital entrepreneur traveling Latin America.
You’ll become privy to my monthly financials, see how I’m earning my money, follow along with the process as I create new products and e-courses, learn exactly how I do everything (from strategical to tactical how-to), discover my favorite tricks, hear about the challenges I face (and how I overcome them), and use the info as a model so you can learn from my mistakes + successes, and how YOU can go forth and make your own $97K.
However.
It’s not something I need to splash all over ze internet. Me and my goods are kind of private like that sometimes.
Therefore.
It’s going to be available, but only for ballers who want to ball. (Read: Only for those who are really serious.) You don’t have to dress up in your best penguin suit to attend this little VIP shindig, but there is a small investment involved, and for four reasons:
The name of this exclusive VIP, TMFproject shindig is called Ninety Seven in ‘11.
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To sign up + join the exclusive
Ninety Seven in ‘11
VIP membership club,
click here,
lovah.
Commitment to a relationship? Now that’s a different story; one in which I think I SHALL just let the chips fall where they may.
As long as they don’t fall infront of my ninety seven thousand dollahs, that is.
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