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.
In this episode we talk about cats, intellectual snobbery, the terrorist attacks in Paris, McCarthyism, online piracy, integrity, books (as always), and a bunch of other seemingly unrelated topics.
Reading words from Malcolm X. He writes about that deep-rooted racism he grew up with, whites looking at him like he was a pet rather than a human being. They weren’t bad people necessarily; they just didn’t realize how fucked up their beliefs were. Makes me wonder: what fucked up beliefs of my own am I oblivious to? And what about you?
The goal of communication should be to understand and be understood, but too often we settle for making ourselves feel big and the other person feel small.
There’s a slice of sun coming through the front window. I walk over in my fluffy puppy slippers to try get some on skin. Outside the city’s rubbing the sleep out of its eyes.
In this episode we talk about books, beliefs, entrepreneurship, basketball, dinosaurs, politics, pornography, responsibility, and a bunch of other seemingly unrelated topics.
“Reacting to our experiences means we make decisions based on what we believe happened yesterday and what we think may happen tomorrow. In contrast, we respond to our experiences when we make choices based on what’s happening right here, right now.”
Crosswalk green and an old couple step off the curb. The man turns back to wait for his wife, and almost gets mowed down by a young woman blasting between them on her bike. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look back, doesn’t give a shit.
I spent most of the past five years traveling around the world, visiting more than thirty countries while living out of a backpack and making money online. Four months ago I moved to Amsterdam, and here I plan to stay for the foreseeable future. Why did I give up the travel lifestyle for a more settled existence?
“I call everyone ‘Darling’ because I can’t remember their names.” – Zsa Zsa Gabor
If there’s one phrase that bugs the shit out of me, it’s this one: “Everything happens for a reason.” You often hear this from well-intentioned people in an attempt to comfort others.