With my last few hundred dollars I’ve decided to pay all my bills and cut my expenses down to almost nothing. I ditched my home phone at $70 a month and went with VoIP at a mere $15. I’ve changed my cell plan to cost me an easy $30 a month instead of $80. I’ve surveyed my house and unplugged every appliance and unnecessary item I own in order to get my power bill below $40 a month. As much as I like to cook, I think it’s time to get a gas stovetop and get rid of this electrical thing, letting the landlord deal with the greasy piece of appliance when the time comes.
I’ll have just enough left to invest with a friend into this online business that we’ve been keeping together on the back burner. With myself on as technical slash marketing and my partner on as research slash development, our said company should be our ticket out the poor house. I know it will be relatively slow going at first, but all of this energy I direct out into cyberspace needs to be harnessed and focused sharply in a profitable direction if I’m ever going to make something out of myself. I can spend hours, days even, converging all my energy and attention into this machine and there should be, must be a way to continue on doing so while raking in a moderate fortune. Unfortunately for me, it’s not the hard work and dedication I’m short on, it’s the ingenuity.
I know I’m no idiot. I may not be brilliant or some evil genius, but I can easily look down upon some of these other schmucks out there making their millions by asdf’ing their way all the way to the bank and see that I’m unquestionably no less capable. I certainly can’t be meant to live in cubicle land while working for some company too big to care and I’m definitely not meant for the suit and tie scene. I know positively, however, that I am meant to at least live comfortably and doing for a living what makes me happy.
In the meantime, and especially before my six-months of HC treatments begin, I’m headed off to the YMCA to spend a little time working on my body and hopefully in turn, my mind. At 30 years old (and turning so soon) I’m in probably the worst shape of my life, although I have quit smoking and for a year now I’ve been without that Kool-in-a-box Curse. Getting in at least a little bit of shape should help me in starting the HC treatments with a positive mind. After me, it will be my woman, as she has it, too.
Could things be any worse? Of course. They can always be worse. Plus, the best part about worse is that things can only get better…