Change your methods, change your life.

If your methods in life and handling things have been ineffective, they’re either wrong or you’re doing them incorrectly. You have to find ways to change that. Habits are ingrained and can be altered. The main idea is for you to be in control of yourself in order for that to be altered and that is actually easier to implement than you think, you’ve just not taken the time to refine it.

Finding ways to “change yourself”

RICHARD: Aren’t you going to ask about mine?
Elizabeth rolls her eyes.

Richard, puzzled, sits.
RICHARD: Is there something the matter?
Elizabeth remains silent and sets the cutlery down on the table before serving the food and joining Richard.
ELIZABETH: Nothing’s the matter Richard.
RICHARD: If there is, talking about it will help…
ELIZABETH: Yes. I know. Nothing’s wrong.
Richard smiles, hastily taking a mouthful of spaghetti.
Wearing almost an entire suit (minus a jacket), Steve picks up his briefcase from inside his wardrobe and opens it. A thick, large paper bag covers the bottom of the case.
Steve grabs an oversized pair of shoes, a 500ml bottle of the Isopropanol alcohol and the chosen photo of Michael, which he looks at briefly before adding them into the briefcase.
He places some matches into his pocket and puts on a pair of leather gloves, before finally putting on a black suit jacket and an overcoat. He then leaves.
Steve stands inside a doorway, invisible to the street. Opposite from where he stands is a theatre. Two SECURITY GUARDS populate the entrance and the vending booth is closed, though the lobby is well lit. A play is almost over.
Michael emerges coming through the lobby, noticeably drunk. He stumbles into a Security Guard and smiles as he’s caught.

How to change your perspectives and then your life

Steve chooses the clearest photo and puts that on the floor beside him.
He glances through the notes again, places them back inside the box along with the photos and seals the box.
Steve heads into his room then re-emerges with a small 200ml bottle of Isopropanol rubbing alcohol. He puts his overcoat on, slides the bottle into his left pocket, grabs the box and leaves.
The bus is very crowded. Steve stands beside the exit as the bus comes to a stop. Paying attention to those that have or have not seen him, he gets off and walks into a dark alleyway.
Steve heads deep into a dim side street, stopping to stand inside a miscellaneous doorway.
He places the box in a dry corner against bricked walls and carefully soaks the box in the rubbing alcohol. Steve pulls out a book of matches, strikes one and bends to place it upon the soaked box. As the box engulfs in flames, Steve throws in the remaining matches alongside their book.
He takes a few steps back and watches the box burn.
Steve kicks the ash left by the box, his foot glides through with ease. He then turns and heads out of the alley.
Elizabeth stirs spaghetti inside a moderately deep pot then stirs a smaller pot filled with a Bolognese sauce.
Richard enters the room, smiling.
RICHARD: How was your day, darling?
ELIZABETH: [dismissively] Fine.
Richard waits to be asked about his.

A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

“A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.” Proverb

Steve pours himself another bowl of health food cereal and drenches it in more single cream. He heads back to his armchair and watches an early morning chat show.
Steve briskly walks past a few sex shops and slowly enters the Blarney Stone pub. It’s green and gold design looks much like any other old Irish pub.
A BARMAN (plump, brown hair, thin outlined jaw beard) notices Steve.
BARMAN: [in an Irish accent] What can I gets ya?
Steve looks around the pub and doesn’t make any visual contact with the barman.
STEVE: Nothing, I’m meeting someone.
The barman nods and looks away.
Steve begins walking around the pub, peering inside booths.
JOE (5’4, thin Japanese male wearing a purple velour track suit) nods subtly to gain Steve’s attention.
Steve slides himself into Joe’s booth, behind a glass of Pepsi. Joe takes a sip of his previously untouched white wine.
STEVE: Alright Joe?
JOE: Alright Steve.
STEVE: [after taking a sip of his Pepsi] So, what’s new?
JOE: [smirking] The wife’s pregnant!
STEVE: Ah Joe, that’s great news!
Steve raises his Pepsi and clanks his glass off of Joe’s.
STEVE: Congrats!
JOE: Thanks Steve. Anyway, I brought you a little something.
Joe reaches into the corner of the booth and lifts up a gift-wrapped shirt and tie box.
JOE: Happy Birthday!
Joe smiles and places the box beside Steve.
STEVE: Anything I should know that isn’t there?
JOE: No, simple job. All self-explanatory.
Steve awkwardly smiles and downs the remains of his drink.
STEVE: Alright Joe. Congrats again! Friday though, the Vogue in Harrow. Alright?
JOE: See you then Steve.
Steve shoves the box into his left armpit and leaves.
Steve closes his front door and takes the gift-wrapped box from under his arm. He heads to his kitchen.
Steve places the box on the counter before removing his overcoat. He then rips off the wrapping paper and opens the box. Inside are ten pages of handwritten notes, two sets of photos and their negatives, as well as five stacked piles of fifty-pound notes.
He takes a random wad of the notes, folds them and inserts them into his pocket, then grabs the rest of the cash, enters his bedroom, and returns.
Steve opens his fridge, takes out a bottle of Pepsi, grabs the box and heads to the living room.
Steve sits in his armchair and takes a sip from his Pepsi bottle, he begins reading the notes.
“Michael Adams – 31. 1.78m tall, 10 1/2 stone.
Works out every few days, keeps in shape. Physically fit… Is alone from 11PM until…
Usually frequents…”
He takes another casual sip from the bottle and flips through the colour photos, going through profile shots, side shots and other detailed pictures. MICHAEL is shown from every possible angle very clearly.

Head down, 6 months to lift off.

It’s all about the goal and the clarity behind it. Clarity matters. How will the funds and projects succeed? 

Any person capable of angering you becomes your master. They can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by them.” Epictetus

*** make sure all posts flourish and are live.

My guess is that like the million and one entrepreneurs you interact with, your aspirations and ambitions are an always expanding and growing list that has yet to be curtailed and implemented. Let me be the last person to remind you to get your shit together and put a halt to the expansion. For the next six months, do not read anymore inspirational articles that search engines and social media suggest and don’t you dare add to your ideas list. Grab one and start working away at it, diligently and effectively.

From Peter Voogd “Rookie Mistake” Working without a proven system, taking random acts of action and starting the week without it written on paper first.”

Richard sits at a cheap, old wooden table, covered by a flower-patterned tablecloth situated in the centre of the room. Opposite where he sits stands a fridge-freezer, a clean, yet old oven and a sink in the middle of a counter, which runs along the wall. A small window is situated above the sink area with cupboards above and below the sink. There’s a doorway pointing towards a hall and a door to the back garden.
Elizabeth pulls out of the oven a roasting tray with roasted vegetables and two beef steaks. She places it upon the sink counter, then goes about finishing serving dinner with a passive expression.
RICHARD: [enthusiastically] Yum, darling that smells spectacular!
Elizabeth turns to Richard and awkwardly smiles, she takes out two plates and some cutlery to then set the table.
RICHARD: Care for some wine, dear?
ELIZABETH: [not paying much attention, insincerely] Yes, that would be nice.
Richard heads out of the room while Elizabeth sets the table. As she puts the roasting tray into the sink, Richard returns with two goblets and a bottle of red wine, smiling.
The credits for the movie finish scrolling. Aside from the light generated by the white text moving along the screen, the room is pitch black. Two empty tubs of ice cream are on the floor to his right and the pizza has vanished, the plate bearing only crumbs. The Pepsi bottle is almost empty.
Steve turns off the TV and DVD using remotes. He burps loudly, then sighs.
He slowly stands up, picking up his plate and rubbish while doing so, taking them into the kitchen.
Steve rinses the plate, guzzles down the rest of the Pepsi and then disposes of the empty containers.
Sluggishly, Steve continues to his bedroom.
Richard spasms as he hears the alarm go off with the news radio show. He sits up, turns on the lamp and puts on his glasses. Elizabeth still sleeps.
RICHARD: Elizabeth, why is it always the case that I’m forced to wake up at seven but you remain asleep until at least seven fifteen?
ELIZABETH: [drowsy, with her eyes closed] It’s your decision to do so. Leave me alone.
RICHARD: [disgruntled] Leave you alone? What? Answer my question.
ELIZABETH: [angry, still in her same position] Richard. I’m tired! I’m sleepy! I sleep! You don’t need me to be awake now, and whether I’m up now or in fifteen minutes doesn’t make a shred of difference.
[beat] Either way your breakfast will be ready for you when you’re dressed. Assembling it for you isn’t an hour-long escapade, it takes maybe six minutes at the most. Now would you please let me…
Elizabeth angrily sighs, opens her eyes and quickly sits up.
ELIZABETH: There’s no bloody point in trying to sleep now.
She gets up, puts on her robe and leaves. Richard appears stunned.
Richard, dressed in the same clothes that he’d worn the day before, cautiously enters the living room. Sitting on the settee is his breakfast tray with his two slices of brown toast, coffee and cornflakes.
RICHARD: Elizabeth?
ELIZABETH (O.S.): [shouting from the kitchen] Yes?
RICHARD: Is everything alright?
ELIZABETH (O.S.): But of course, isn’t it always?
RICHARD: Elizabeth, something’s wrong, I can tell. Was it what I said this morning?
ELIZABETH (O.S.): [dismissively] Just please, eat your breakfast and go to work. I have to get dressed.
Richard sighs, turns on the television and proceeds to resume his daily routine.
The stereo goes off and Steve sits up. He looks toward his curtains and opens them, staring outside at the busy street before heading out of the room.

Benefits of delusion

benefits of delusion vs law of attraction/inclusion
Delusion is power

ELIZABETH: If you want to tell me, why don’t you just go ahead? Why should I have to ask?
RICHARD: [losing his temper] It’s common courtesy, a polite way of behaving. Etiquette. Civilized interaction. A proper code of conduct. I ask you, you do the same in return. Don’t you understand that? I don’t know what’s going on with you these days.
ELIZABETH: [irate] What?
She exhales slowly trying to calm herself.
ELIZABETH: How was your day? Dear.
RICHARD: [calm] Excellent. I, well, we, have been invited to attend Professor David and his wife’s dinner party on Friday night. Only the most prominent professors will be there. It’s guaranteed to be a wonderful experience.
ELIZABETH: Great! I’ll wear my red dress!
RICHARD: Red dress?
Elizabeth sighs.
ELIZABETH: [grumpy] Dinner will be ready in a minute, sit down. I’ll set the table.

Steve gets up and walks off.
Richard sits in an armchair with a pile of hand written essays stacked on the floor next to him. He’s alone in the room. Upon his lap is an essay he’s marking with a red biro. He’s tilting it with one hand to read it, while in his other hand there’s a half consumed glass of Glennfiddich whisky diluted by Ginger ale and two half melted ice cubes.
In the background Elizabeth can be vaguely heard on the phone in the kitchen.
ELIZABETH (O.S): [shocked] He said that? Oh dear me. I can’t believe that. She shouldn’t put it up with treatment like that. I wouldn’t!
While reading the last of four pages, Richard frowns and shakes his head.
RICHARD: [whispering to himself[ Chris, Chris, Chris, if only you had read the chapter. Oh, if only.
He chuckles to himself, turns the essay to its first page and writes “F” boldly. His head turns toward the doorway.
RICHARD: [raising his voice] Elizabeth! Dinner nearly ready?
ELIZABETH (O.S.): Excuse me one second. [raising her voice] Ten more minutes, dear!
Richard takes a sip of his whisky and replaces the essay to mark.
Steve heads to his freezer and pulls open the door. It’s completely filled with a variety of tubs of expensive ice cream and large frozen pizzas.
He grabs a tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and a teaspoon from a drawer beneath the sink. He then puts on some oven gloves taken from on top of the oven and pulls out a large pepperoni pizza from the oven.
Steve then gets out a huge plate and dumps the pizza onto it, then pulls out an unopened two litre bottle of Pepsi from his fridge, inserts it under his arm and, grabbing the pizza and ice cream and heads over to his armchair.
Picking up a remote, Steve puts on a DVD and while watching, eats.

Keep only one tab open at a time when not working.

Twenty or infinitely more tabs will not get you closer to your goal, they’ll confuse you and divert you away from the focus you want.

RICHARD: [upper class, slightly nasal voice] Elizabeth, it’s five past seven. Time for us to get up!
Elizabeth squirms beneath the covers and dismissively groans.
RICHARD: Elizabeth! Come on now, behave. It’s time for us to get up. Time to start the day.
Elizabeth slowly sits up. She rubs her eyes before opening them and stares at Richard with a blank expression.
RICHARD: Now, isn’t that better? You’re ready to start the day. Good morning!
ELIZABETH: [reluctantly] Morning Richard.
Richard gets out of bed and leaves the room.
Elizabeth watches him leave and sighs.

Steve walks towards his armchair, picks up a remote, turns on the TV to a national news channel and heads toward his kitchen.
The kitchen is very clean and adequate in size. There’s a white, modern microwave and a George Foreman grill sitting on the counter. A sink sits beside a fairly new oven with a dish rack alongside.
There are cupboards beside his knees and cupboards above the oven and sink. A large fridge stands adjacent to the oven, with a freezer of equal size beside it.
Steve opens up a cupboard above the sink, revealing a well-stocked amount of cereal. He takes out an unopened medium sized box of health food cereal and pours a huge pile into a bowl.

The perceptions of age and how that changes with age

It’s not until you get older that you realize how fickle your feelings and solidified younger ideas are. When I was in my 20’s, I thought people several years older than me that didn’t have their lives together were failures. This continued until I reached a point where it struck me how many years had passed and where I was in life.

Huddled in his designer sheets, Steve lies in bed. Daylight penetrates through gaps in his curtains. His stereo booms at the turn of 9:00AM.
A trickling bass line almost shakes the room as Steve slowly rises to a seated position, still wrapped in his sheets. He rubs his eyes revealing his huge biceps, and walks towards the stereo, turning it off. After doing so he heads into his living room.
Only wearing grey Calvin Klein boxer shorts, Steve heads to the far wall of his living room and manually wrenches the curtains apart, allowing daylight to enter.
Steve takes a glimpse of the street and turns to face his kitchen, which is separated from the living room by a counter.
To Steve’s left is a huge mounted plasma TV wall with a DVD player mounted upon a glass shelf beneath it. Five feet in front of it lies a cream coloured shag rug and behind that sits a luxurious reclining leather armchair. To the left of the armchair are video game consoles, and to the right are video games and DVDs, alongside three remote controls.
To Steve’s immediate right is a very modern stereo atop a simple, yet suave black cabinet with glass doors showcasing its contents; a huge CD collection.

Financial literacy if you’re in debt. It’s not too late.

Here is some financial literacy if you’re in debt. It’s not too late. The most important change you need to make, right now, is to learn the steps to change the course you’re on. They likely weren’t readily explained to you earlier, so let me attempt to help.

Started this blog 100k down with barely enough to make the next month, again, story. Mention Natasha’s car accident, on the hook for the car etc.

These are the eight sources of retirement income you need to know about

A fifteen-year old television sits in the far left corner of the room on top of an old wooden TV cabinet. Mosaics of brown shades cover the freshly vacuumed carpet and two settees and two armchairs occupy the living room. Filled bookcases cover the back wall of the room. Opposite the bookcases stands a wide window covered by thin, patterned lacey curtains behind thick maroon curtains.
Richard enters through a doorway to the far right, dressed for work. He’s wearing a brown tweed jacket, an ironed blue shirt, dark blue worn jeans and black dress shoes.
He pushes in a thick button on the television to turn it on and sits down on the settee nearest the television. The sound is quiet and the picture is a little snowy. Sitting up perfectly straight, Richard watches the local early morning news.
Elizabeth, dressed in her nightgown underneath a light blue robe enters the living room carrying a tray. On it is a mug of black coffee, two piled slices of brown, buttered toast and a bowl of lightly drenched cornflakes. She has a robot-like facial expression as she swiftly places the tray upon Richard’s lap.
RICHARD: [Passively smiling while concentrating on the TV] Thank you, dear.
Elizabeth turns and walks out of the room. Richard munches on his toast, his attention fixed upon the news.

Side Hustles, ideas and merits. Never having to exploit yourself for money, choice motions.

Bear markets and bull markets.

Compound interest, dividends and the like.

Trust law

What is a dividend?

Nobody is superior to you. We are all humans.

The eyes blink, but don’t move. The time quickly dissolves to “7:00” as a loud boom of sound emerges with the “Seven O’clock News Show.”
RICHARD stretches his arm towards the alarm clock, adjusts the volume and switches on a bedside lamp behind it. The room is now partially lit.
Richard (56, out of shape, black side parted hair with grey sideburns, full faced greying beard), wearing blue cotton pyjamas sits with his legs stretched out in bed listening. Beside Richard lies his wife, ELIZABETH (38, 5’2, shoulder length light brown hair, thin build) still asleep in a cream coloured nightgown.
Richard turns and stares at his wife for a few seconds. Quirky old quilts cover their humble double bed with a chessboard like black and brown pattern.
The bedroom features an alarm clock radio upon Richard’s bedside table and a bedside lamp behind it. To the left of it is a wardrobe with mirrors on the doors. To Elizabeth’s right there are two bookcases filled with books; inside and stacked above them.
Directly opposite their bed is a large window with a dresser beneath it, covered by drab brown curtains.
Richard picks up his thick black-framed bifocal glasses from behind the alarm clock radio and puts them on.

It’s not about turning back the clock, it’s about setting it for the future.

Tacky books usually contain decent content and information. Do tacky blog posts too?

He pulls the middle mirror towards himself to open up the cabinet revealing a variety of premium grooming and shaving products. From them, Steve retrieves an electric razor.

He closes the middle cabinet and plugs in the razor.

Steve leans above the sink and removes the razor’s safety cap. He then shaves off his goatee and his thin layer of hair.

Completely clean-shaven, Steve puts away the razor, washes away the hair and properly shaves his chin using shaving foam and a razor blade.
Steve removes his T-shirt and places it into the wash basket. He takes his suit and puts it inside a large plastic bag, placing that alongside the wash basket.
He turns his bedroom light off.
The room is illuminated only slightly by the digital alarm clock residing upon Richard’s bedside table. The red digits state “6:55” with two eyes beneath bristled eyebrows staring right at them.