You Can't Stop Him! You Can Only Hope to Contain Him...

Yes folks... I have made it through one full week of posts.  To celebrate, I'm going to leave you with a haiku and some link love.

A consuming life
is a foolish endeavor.
Leave it producing.

It turns out JT knows some things about making presentations.  Check out this hilarious breakdown of one of his songs in my Link of the Week

Thanks for the support thus far!  The encouraging words mean so much...


Two Girls, One Offer.

This morning, I was woken up by a knock on the door.  Two striking young women stood on the other side, looking to practice their public speaking.  Here's the pitch (this isn't verbatim... I was still in a sleepy stupor):
Hi, I'm _______ and this is ________ (asks for my name).  We're two students that are looking to practice our public speaking skills (asks if I do a lot of public speaking).  To show how well we're doing, you get to decide how many points we earn.  Whoever gets the most points gets a round trip ticket (asks where I would go)!
I'm going to stop this from going any further, because it reminds me of my days as a door-to-door salesperson (it still makes me queasy...).  Instead of determining "how many points" they should earn (they get points for which magazine subscriptions I buy), I will break down their techniques, and maybe we can all learn something from today's event.


Seriously... Show Me Someone Who Isn't Creative.

Pronunciation: \krē-ˈā-tiv, ˈkrē-ˌ\
Function: adjective
Date: 1678
1 : marked by the ability or power to create
Definition from Merriam-Webster Dictionary
While walking over to the library today, I took a stroll down good ole Memory Lane.  Writing was by no means my strong suit in grade school (at least in the eyes of my teachers).  I hated receiving graded papers back, because of those cursed notes that they would leave.  Who hasn't received the dreaded "lacks creativity" comment on a term paper?

Projects... don't even get me started on projects!  One of the most traumatizing times of my early scholastic career was when I had to do presentations for an "Advanced" class.  I had a teacher who would literally take me out of the classroom as soon as I had finished, move me to an empty room, and yell at me (this was a continual thing).  Here I was, 10 years old, being scolded on not putting enough effort.  Chicken with its head cut off.

Now many reading this would say that some people just aren't creative.  And I think that's complete bull.


Why Living the Cookie Cutter Lifestyle Makes my Tummy Rumble.

Sometimes you have to step back and see what you're getting yourself into.

When I was growing up, I was taught that life proceeded as follows:

Go to school -> Get a job -> Go to college -> Get a career -> Get married -> Buy a house -> Raise a family -> Retire at 60 -> Die

Oh and get some cool toys so you don't end up miserable with the process.


The Only Goals I Like Seeing Are the Ones Hitting the Back of the Net.

I have been approached on many occasions to help people with their various savings plans.  Well, their lack of plans. 

See, many people who have gotten into this recent savings kick (which has become "sexy" again... only took another recession...) do so with the only motivation being that it should be done because someday we may lose it all.

"I might lose my job."
"How will I make payments on (insert random hoodad)?"
"I have bills to pay."
"I want to be secure."

Let's think about this for a minute.  Is just safety, security, peace of mind, etc. enough to keep you saving?  For some (and we're talking .001% of the population), yes.  For the bulk of us, heck no.


On Being Beaudacious...

Besides a catchy title involving my name, Being Beaudacious is the culmination of my life learnings and the subsequent actions that make me a better me. 

It is a statement of confidence.  Today is my day, where I control the things that I can control, choose what's best for myself and those I care about, and never worry about the things that are beyond my scope.

C'mon... Once a Year?

This is getting ridiculous...

I apologize for my lack of posts.  I've been hesitant to write because the OCD is kicking in.  Today's post is a reaction to this limiting mentality.  Thus, in haiku form:

Striving for perfect
disables wanted action
for fear of failure.

Focus... focus.  I watched The Buried Life for the first time today, and now I'm hooked.  I feel a Bucket List coming on.  Stay tuned; I'll attack this and some other thoughts in the days upcoming.