Something uncomfortable happened today which triggered me to start writing. In particular, create this “column” called Bombastic Dreams.
Basically, I was contemplating between buying a 10.1 inch Kindle Fire or Harry Potter boxset. Or both. Or the Harry Potter boxset first since it’s cheaper than a gadget.
While I was excited by the thought of getting my hands on the boxset, I was advised to postpone the acquisition until I started making enough money because there are more important expenses like having a place to live in, food to feed the tummy and all the other bread and butter stuff.
Boy it hit me hard.
The mere fact of not being able to buy what I want because I just can’t afford it, right now.
But what stood out more to me was the fact that my financial priorities are not right. I’m not saying I can’t have fun but definitely I need to do something about this chronic problem.
The Problem Becomes The Push
Calling it a problem is an understatement because it’s a medley of symptoms and complications that have been brewing for a long while. Or maybe it’s just many problems now lumped into one called FINANCIAL MESS.
It’s not a financial crisis yet but I am not going to wait for the mess to mutate into a crisis. Or a meltdown.
So this financial mess is basically one monster that I’ve created and not been able to stare into its face straight-on for a long while now. And like a baby, it’s growing and sometimes it’s quiet — meaning I get by, sometimes it’s chaos when sudden expenses and bills hit you hard like how babies would throw tantrums and scream their lungs out for your attention, and sometimes it’s so adorable and you just want that moment to last forever — like when projects come my way and I make some decent dough.
I suck at money management.
Basically I behave like a brat, I enjoy spending money but I struggle with keeping it and right at this point in my life, making it.
But this blog series isn’t about money management. Well maybe I should write one but no I’ve got to stay focused right now.
And the next problem, distraction.
I get distracted like moths get drawn to a flame. Or a bee because I hop from flower to flower but no where am I near to being as productive as a bee. Distraction = nothing gets done.
The other problem — I am a worrier.
You probably have heard this before, that the more you worry, the more you find yourself in the situation that you worry about, or worse.
So far, I’ve got 3 problems:
Let’s add 2 more while we’re still at it. It’s called fear of judgement and being comfortable in discomfort.
So this fear of judgement is being concerned about what others would think or say about me.
But the good news is that my fear of judgement can no longer feed me, literally and my desperation to turn my life around finally caught up.
Finally getting tired of being comfortable in the discomfort. Most people are in this zone where they feel comfortable despite their conditions being not to comfortable. Basically they can settle for it, or cope with it, deal with it, handle it. Things can be better but it’s good enough for now.
But for me, I’m finally uncomfortable enough to move my ass.
What have I got to lose now?
Coz what’s better than wondering what others would think or say about me? Making bread and butter and keeping my stomach full.
Plus, my biggest dream is to become a best-selling author. And last I checked, I haven’t got a complete draft or any work for that matter to even become an author, not to say best-selling.
So 2018 is my turnaround year. Technically I have less than 7 months to the end of 2018 since it’s already almost mid May.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. Let’s get my ass moving.
Hello Bombastic Dreams
This “column” or blog series is my 1st inch out of the still-comfortable-discomfort zone into total discomfort so that I would actually WRITE.
So how am I gonna do that?
I need to use The Four Steps to design & create my bombastic dreams.
It’s a slap in my face as a wake up call, and you’ll totally understand why I say this if you know me personally.
Having The Four Steps is like having a money machine but not using it. Or a bread maker, or a car to get me from where I am right now to where I want to go.
You get the idea.
If you don’t, read my next post.