Cynthia's Opportunity (She Wants To Make Money While ... Feeding The Ducks)

You can't convince me that you've forgotten all about it.

Come on. Really? Okay, let’s see. What about the last time your director made a complete and utter ass of himself over a fundamental stage in your project? Never again, you said. Over your dead body, you said. Touched a nerve? Then stop the twitching, already. Well I'm not ashamed - I think about it all the time. I am in love with the idea of making money . . . online.

How many times have you planned it in your head, Cynthia? Resign in style (leaving the ungrateful swines high 'n' dry) and turn your study into a haven of driven activity. Of course it's hard work but in time you'll be earning your pennies at home instead of the office. Then do something about it. It is do-able. But you need to make a start.

Can you imagine? Well I can . . .

You start your day leisurely. Hang on, let's get this right. You ease yourself out of a deep slumber into wakefulness. Okay, corny but better, yes? Still in your dressing gown with preferred hot drink in hand, you switch on the news and note the traffic is at a standstill along your old route to the office. Smiling, you change the channel. You open your laptop to today's agenda and make a mental note of your promised visit to the park to feed the ducks - with your youngest. What d'you mean? Why should you be concerned about being away from your screen for a few hours? You're online efforts are making money while you're feeding the ducks, that's why. I get a warm glow just thinking about the monetary possibilities . . .

Let's face it.

Some of us want the mansion in its own landscaped grounds. Want the freshly-waxed lamborghini gleaming in the driveway (in Red Rosso Andromeda, please . . . okay, 'terracotta' to you). Want the seven-figures in the bank account. Now do not misunderstand me: if handed on a plate, this scenario would suit me very well indeed, thank you. But this is dream territory. These are all about my desires - my WANTs. But what about my NEEDs? I don't know about yours but my needs are grounded in every-day living and are much more immediate.

You have to ask yourself ". . . what do I need?"

Personally, I need to settle school fees -they're due in September. I need to pay my utility bill by next quarter - my sister from Florida turned up on my doorstep last month - something about "a surprise" (gurl, you don't have enough time for this one). Sweetie, I need to get organised online and start making money building a business that will continue to take care of business long after I have climbed into my king-size.

We BOTH need to do this.

I was talking to Peggy last week and she finally started her web business with guidance from a professional outfit. So I did a little surfing and looked up these guys at Wealthy Affiliate. Peggy says their forums are an education in themselves. Seems these people have a talent for making money online and turning your NEEDs into WANTs . . . while you're feeding the ducks, gurlfren.

Cynthia? Cynthia? Gurl, you are riding my last nerve . . . WAKE UP!!

New Beginnings (2)

Is anyone else this self-conscious?

Is it possible to be self-conscious of faces you cannot see and voices you cannot hear? Faces and voices belonging to a billion people?

Can you imagine a collective breath?

New Beginnings

I am ashamed.

It has taken me a ridiculous length of time to arrive at the conclusion that blogging is the answer or pretty close to it.


Ssssh . . . listen. Can you hear that? It's coming from me. It's the sound of satisfaction. The deep velvety kind that settles out of nowhere after a good meal.


This is what it's all about, people.

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