The idea that I took the long way around in trying to explain before I got tired of the sound of my own voice is that I now have a new plan. Now, here's the part where I explain that I'm currently at point A and how, through sheer will, or some arcane mysticism, I will end up at point D. Here's the part where I prattle on and on about "The Goal" while at the same time failing to explain "The Process". Here is the part where I deliver my treatise on The Cultural Imperative of Contributing to a Society. Here is the part where I tell you all of that, followed by a loud but gracious thud a few months later when I figure out I have no idea what I'm doing published in the form of radio silence. It's a pattern I follow. Over and over again; wanting or needing to start something that I believe that will make me a better person, starting on that thing, fall flat on my face and by the time I get back up the initiative, the drive, the will has left me and I abandon the quest until I find another one to go after and again and again it's exhausting. I tried to look up the name of this psychosis but I can't find it.
Serial Questing...yeah...let's call it that.
In any case, I shall endeavor to not do this again, although I can't make any promises. When I graduated college, my goal was to be an actor. Nothing big, just a working actor. Years later, it was constructing and repairing computers. After that, it was artisan bread, then a pizzeria. None of these ideas saw the light of day because they were unrealistic. As with most things, I get lost in the shuffle. I have to remind myself from time to time that I'm not the only one who thinks this way. These ideas lacked planning. They lacked capital.What they did have in common, however, is a need to create something and the desire to be my own boss. I make pizza from scratch every Saturday night and the family raves about it. For Holidays and special occasions, I have several requests for one of my scratch made cakes, sometimes giving them as gifts. If it brings them joy, then it brings me joy. If it brings me joy, then why wouldn't I make a life out of that? Do what you love and the money will follow. Right? Despite what all the haters say, I believe in it. That's all that counts. It took me a while to get to this conclusion, but after much consideration, my contribution to society would be better delivered by me if I weren't chained to a cubicle.
|From "The Far Left Side" by Mike Stanfill|
Listen, I'm sure you mean well. I mean, you're basically the Reader's Digest for the 1% anyway. But, if you can just peel yourself away from your Tesla Motors brochure for just one second, please take a moment and recognize that in this economy right now, at this very moment, just being satisfied by working two part time jobs with no benefits and still hovering around the poverty level; to spend four years or longer and hundreds of thousands of dollars on an education just for the privilege to work as a night-shift janitor; to work the most unfulfilling job for barely a living wage and be satisfied with it is, for lack of a better term, unacceptable. If all things are equal, doing what you love and leading a more fulfilling life by doing so is just as much of a pipe dream as being a private country club card carrying member of the American Elite. Ergo, since all things are equal, if it came down being submissive to the will of Corporate America just because its easier to give up become a liability or an expenditure because maybe...MAYBE I might just catch that lucky break on the way up the corporate ladder, or going ahead and taking that leap and joining the legions of dreamers who can actually sleep soundly at night because the fortune they seek isn't gold or possessions but something intangible and more valuable, then I'll cast my lot with the dreamers every single day of the week. In closing, I beg your pardon Mr. I-just-traded-my-Lexus-for-a-Bentley, but if my way of living doesn't coincide with your Vulture Capitalist mentality, then I honestly don't give a shit. I'd rather be a captain of a ship of my own construction than a Captain of Industry.
Sincerely, "2Cents"-Resident of the Bottom Half of the 99%. xoxo)
Now, this is the part where I either go on at length about something that may or may not have happened in my past in order to make a point forgetting what I was talking about three paragraphs in, or ramble on about something seemingly unrelated but just filling the page up with words just because the words I'm using might turn up in an a search or something. Got to think in terms of generating web traffic and ad revenue. Pancakes. But, right now I'm boring the hell out of me and whatever I didn't mention this time around will probably show up in another posting anyway. Moving on...
|"Don't look at me, I'm irrelevant."|
GODDAMN VOLLEYBALL!" There comes a point in someone's life where you just have to take that chance because your life just might depend on it. Does it mean that you know what you're doing? Not necessarily. But it's worth a shot.
This is what I want to be doing. I have decided that doing this will afford me a better life for me and my family. I realized this after a few hours of zombie lurking on Stumbleupon one night. I came across this site. Usually when I Stumble late at night, I would blow right passed sites like this, but this time...this time I could not. Stop. Clicking. I became fascinated with every method. I became fascinated with every code and how everything related to each other. Andrew Kramer, the author of this site, was speaking in a language that I almost forgot about. It was like hearing a phrase in my native tongue that I haven't heard since I was a child.
It wasn't too long ago where I constructed my own video using Windows Movie Maker and I thought it was an okay tool...for someone who wasn't interested in making anything resembling a movie. After making the video and submitting it to YouTube knowing full well that there are literally thousands of videos made by weekend hobbyists that are near cinema quality, I thought, "Meh...could be better." (I know..."Artists", right?) While I was making it though, I was having a blast. Sure I was hobbling together photographs with some random footage I shot and it was painfully amateurish. But I didn't care. I recognized the germ of what it takes to do this kind of thing and I was hooked. This is what I want to be doing.
Hold up there, Spielberg. Have you checked the price of the software?
*Sigh* Yes. Hey everyone, it's my killjoy inner voice again.
|Hello, gorgeous. Come here often?|
Yes, I realize that too.
Do you know how much that's going to set you back?
Conservatively, about $2500. Three grand, just to be on the safe side.
Okay, just to sum up. You're working a jWHY AM I NOT SPEAKING IN COMIC SANS ANYMORE?!
There was an update since the last time you were here, Sir Distractsalot.
Hunh. Anyway...you're working a job that barely pays a living wage, you have a family to support, you don't own your house, you have a crappy car and you think that you'll be able to plunk down half of a half of a hundred grand on a set up that you don't have and will probably lose interest in because you don't know how to use it.
Encouraging, but yes.
Okay, this is the part where you actually stop and think about it. "It's too much...how am I going to get that much cash...?" Followed by the inevitable feeling of, "oh well, I tried. Guess I'll go back to wasting time on the internet." Right? Just like the last time and the time before that and the time before that?
Usually, but not this time.
Like I said, I have a plan.
Do what you love and the money will follow. That shouldn't necessarily apply to just the destination, it should also apply to the trip. Yes, it is true that when I see how big the mountain is in front of me that I just want to turn around and go home. But just to prove to myself and my stupid inner voice how serious I am about this, I already made that first step up the trail.
1.) Stop Smoking. Done and done.
2.) Don't Quit Your Day Job. As much as I'd like to exit this place so fast that I leave skid marks, it's still a necessary evil and I still need an income. It's not much, but it's something, and it's a lot better than nothing.
|If it's that valuable to you, then to me it's worth more|
4.) Become a Microworker. Now, this isn't the best way to get rich quick. Believe me! And even though it's borderline waste of time and not ranking very high on my list, I put it on here because Amazon offers this service. You sign up with them and in a matter of days, they'll give you an ID and an account. At that point you can take surveys, submit reviews and view websites. The money you make is minimal, but they have the option of putting the money you do make into an account so you can use the funds to buy things from them, which makes the most sense to me. Sure, it's basically panhandling online but like I said, even though this will not make you rich, it is money coming in.
|It's better with the feather...|
Granted, these five examples are not going to get me to my goal in a few weeks. I'm well aware that I'm going to need more than just selling my blood and socking money away that used to go to smokes. Nope, this is going to require a wee bit more strategy.
And that is a subject for a future time. For now, cue the Eighties Montage Soundtrack!!!
EDITOR'S NOTE: for the record, borrowing any version of Photoshop is just simply a bad thing. I do not condone downloading the version of Photoshop that Adobe has essentially just thrown away. So remember kids, pay for your own software!