I spoke too soon. The weeks-overdue check finally arrived in the mail today.
The real absurd thing is: it's pretty much already spent. Between accrued debt and the required pieces for the Project known as "code name: Groovy", it will be all but gone in a few weeks; a little left over to keep rolling on.
I knew that one day I would easily smoke away in no time the kind of money it once took a year to earn. That day is here.
A few months back, a friend asked what it took to make money. In the long drawn out road-map of an answer, one of the main points was, "it takes money to make money."
So today I find myself quite literally putting my money where my mouth is. Throwing down 5 figures so as to flow back 6 and 7 figure income in the long term. Why? Why not.
My 2-dimensional matrix: a multi-prong multi-phase plan of attack, though early in-process, appears solidly on-track (and mostly still Proprietary and Confidential.)
I figure by next year, or Q1 2008, I'll be throwing down 6 figure amounts in higher risk ventures that are more prestige-oriented than these primarily profit-driven exercises.
But really, it ain't about money or influence or power even. For me it's about Be-ing. Choosing paths, questioning and re-questioning motives, re-forming plans. Playing, playfulness, flexibility... testing the limits, learning new skills.
Being in the moment. Immersing one's self in Process. Thinking, feeling, always remembering the heart.
In fact: Pimping and Overhacking ARE easy, but you won't hear me admit that outside of this blog. Out there, one must pretend it's all so verrrrry difficult; such a pain, an awful cross to bear.
The truth is: not-Playing is hard. That's living death, honey.
I am Pimpy McPimp, the wayward evil bastard swapping out his cold black heart with one made of gold. I'll bend yer Momma over and fill her with my Jesus. And I'm waaaay okay with it.
Yooo want fries wit' that, Beee-yotch?