Went to bed last night thinking I'd try find a job for a few months so I could secure a mortgage here, would cost less per month and then I'd be able to sublet, too. Woke up this morning thinking no, fuck that, I'll just leave town instead. Too many sacrifices and expenses required to stay. I've had a good year here. Time to move on.
"People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing - that's why we recommend it daily." – Zig Ziglar
Answers to: How much does it cost? Where can you? Can you work aboard the ship? Why wouldn't you just fly, you crazy fool? Is it a good way to meet chicks?
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Evening in Dam Square and I stand and watch and listen. Seeing things happening, thinking of things that happened. The birth of this town, a funfair across the way, Napoleon on a white horse, tulips swaying in the breeze, drunk Nazis shooting into a crowd, tourists walking where philosophers and kings and hippies walked before.
Ramble around Rembrandtplein for a warm up. Ask for free coffee at Subway. Chat with a lady taking a photo. Ask the pedicab driver how's business. Strike up conversation with a mohawk. Get offered drugs. Ask three women if they want to get married. Walk away mid-conversation. Get offered more drugs. Ask a dude if he needs help with directions.
Over Beyond is a long-form podcast where I have the occasional meandering chat with my cousin over Skype and record it. Have a listen, and let us know what you think.
Practicing tension. Habitual people-pleaser that I am, I tend to break it pretty fast. Been reading how important it is to maintain for flirting and seduction. So... out tonight, practicing, approaching, more eyes, less words.
See how Susan earned €1,226 in March, her first full month working online as an editor and proofreader, despite spending just 11 hours per week on her business.
Below are a bunch of screenshots to highlight the results I'm starting to hear back from members of 3M1K, my premium course for people who want to make money online. The course aims to help you make your first €1,000 online within three months. It launched less than two months ago, but already people are having great success with it.
Two calls with prospective clients today, discussing projects worth $2,600. I found them both on Upwork, managed to get their attention despite 50+ competing proposals for each job. That's one thing about creating my course: they say the best way to learn is to teach, and I've definitely become a better freelancer by teaching others how to become better freelancers.
I was 17 working late shifts at a hotel in my hometown. They had me lugging suitcases, collecting glasses, mopping puke off the dance floor. That summer was the first time it really dawned on me that everything comes and everything goes. Even the shittiest nights would run their course and I’d go home to fresh toast and a warm bed.
Sent out a blast this morning asking everyone who didn't buy the course why so because, got a flood of responses. Great stuff in there. Looks like the pricing was the major issue, which is good news, can fix that easy. Spent several hours replying to those messages, even the ones from people who'll never buy. Grateful for them all.
I try think no thoughts in an old church before collecting my bike where it slept and heading towards the first dam ever built in this town. They celebrate the national flower today, covering the square with two-hundred-thousand of them, free for anyone to pluck. I'll get five for myself and make some new friends and go eat waffle fries.
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Reminded this eve of that familiar paradox: playing it safe is often the most dangerous thing you can do. Because our best chance of success is to fully commit to something, to go all out. But that's scary, right? So instead we take half measures, don't put ourselves out there, stick to the safe and familiar... and go to the grave with our song unsung.
A farm was handed down from father to son for generations. At the latest handover, the father told the son what had once been told to him. You do not own this land, he said. You are simply a custodian. You take good care of it and pass the land along better than received. I hear this story as we walk along a country road, past a broken old farm.
The best thing about spending the winter is in Amsterdam is being in Amsterdam. The city remains magical, just a bit colder and less leaves on the trees. Cycling around this evening the sky was all lit up pink and orange and reflected in old canal-side windows. I passed a girl walking and smiling to herself and I was grateful for whatever inspired that smile.
Just because something's free doesn't mean it's worth having. Just like not every gift is worth giving (or receiving).
I walk into a bright room and see clothes strewn about the floor. Black boots, black pants, black shirt, a tie. In the corner there's a woman moving like a breeze. She's blonde and she's beautiful. She looks at me as she removes her bra, an intense look, and I try to stand strong and return it but we both know she has all the power.