I’m taking a calculated risk, sharing my thoughts today, because a part of me is on a mission to be more foolish. I have a hunger that had been dormant for most of my life, and now I am going to share something with you, and make two predictions.
I was meaninglessly scrolling people’s Facebook posts yesterday and for some reason I half watched a video about success. I didn’t get through the whole thing, and stopped after the Jim Carey appearance on Oprah Winfrey, where he shared his story about the $10 million-dollar cheque he wrote to himself, three years before becoming famous. He signed on to do Dumb and Dumber for exactly $10 million, only a few days before the actual date on the cheque.
He cashed the cheque.
On its own, it’s a nice story, but where it takes a turn for me, is that while reading a Jen Sincero book last night, about being a Badass with money, the new chapter began with this exact Jim Carey story.
Weird. These days, I pay attention to weird.
I put the book down for a moment and thought to myself, what do I have to lose, except a piece of my dignity, but more importantly, what do I have to gain? So, I went into my photography studio, found my dusty cheque book, and wrote a cheque to myself in the amount of $18,000 dollars, due on January 31, 2018.
Why $18,000? I picked this amount because it would clear all my bad debt.
I could have asked for ten million, but this is just a test. The next amount will be bigger, trust me.
I’ll be honest. I’m not expecting magic fairies to sprinkle every room of my house with twenty dollar bills. This is not a mystical hokey-pokey journey. I’m don’t intend to sit back and wait for the Brinks armoured truck to accidently on purpose drop a bag of money on the edge of my driveway.
What I am going to do however, is bust my ass to get that $18K. Part of me is scared. I won’t lie to you. Who the hell wants to look foolish? But another part of me has awakened to a world of possibilities. To a world of why not. I’ll put my aluminum hat, chant my money mantra, work my ass off, and revisit this post on February 1st, 2018.
I am also going to make two predictions.
I weighed myself this week and I stressed the scale at exactly 265.2 pounds.
Going to the gym and weight training has become matter of routine. A habit.
December 13th, 2016, is now a distant memory. Up at 4 am. At the gym at 4:30 am. Three days of weight training. Two days of cardio-vascular exercise. The weekend is reserved for play and rest.
Surprisingly, I have not lost a single pound, but have noticed changes in my body composition. I am a lot leaner and stronger. What is holding me back is my eating habits. They leave much to be desired, and the day for change is here.
I give myself 10 months. On May 1st, 2018, I will happily report back to you that the scale now reads 225 pounds. There is a reason behind the number 225, but let’s get through this exercise first before we tackle the next challenge.
I am going to also predict that in less than a year, my ass cheeks will have the ability to bounce quarters into the far reaches of the galaxy, and I will celebrate my flat stomach by buying myself a very sexy designer shirt, which I have already picked out.
This blog started in mid-December of 2016, because I decided to follow Seth Godin’s Habits of Successful Artists. Writing daily, in number eight on the list.
This is just the beginning.
Publishing books and becoming a sought after public speaker is part of the master plan.
While I work on losing forty pounds of flab, I am giving myself the same timeline to finish writing the biography of my friend Winston Roberts. It will be called Winston. I will write at least one thousand words per day, which in ten months will amount to 300,000 words. I think that is plenty for a good biography, and in the early months of 2018 I will begin the process of getting it published.
So to summarize.
I wrote a cheque and I made 2 bold predictions.
We’ll revisit this on February 1st, 2018.
In the meantime. Go do something great.
Go make a ruckus.