10-26-2019, 09:30 AM
I'm feeling some fear on posting this, but it's old imagined fears. I'll say fuck it and go ahead anyway.
I've been keeping my eye on financial newsletters and a info-holdings, for lack of a better term. Picked up one last night after waiting 2 weeks. But another, dang. I'm facing something in myself which I've not identified. Fear? Lack of passion in it? Tiredness? (I'm running ARA now).
It's a passive real estate investment opportunity, where one purchases some of the property value, in exchange for proportionate returns from rentals. No imput on my part besides that, and I'd be able to take taxes off my returns.
When I named fear as being a reason, my feelings shut down for a minute, but while writing the paragraph above, fear began making noise, similar to an angry and pitiful "SAVE ME!" appeal.
Seems like fear has always masqueraded as my "parent". Like I'm threatening his (or her, like my Mom's) existence. This was always my norm before: make sure Mom's comfy. Embarrassing to share, but yep, it's my training and experience.
I am grateful UMS/E3 is pushing this up. It's not comfortable, but I have the choice of bowing down to old norms, or..........brushing them off and stepping up. I got a text story from a friend this morning, and I'm considering......it may be for me too. I handed it to someone else this morning, but I'm going to think on it more.
Shake It Off and Step Up
A farmer owned an old mule that fell into a well. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the old well were worth the trouble of saving. He called his neighbors together and told them what had happened and enlisted their services to haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Every time a shovel of dirt landed on his back, the mule would shake it off and step up! This he did, shovel load after shovel load. “Shake it off and step up, shake it off and step up. Shake it off and step up!” No matter how painful the shovel loads, or distressing the situation seemed, the old mule just kept right on shaking it off and stepping up! It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the edge of the well!!
I've been keeping my eye on financial newsletters and a info-holdings, for lack of a better term. Picked up one last night after waiting 2 weeks. But another, dang. I'm facing something in myself which I've not identified. Fear? Lack of passion in it? Tiredness? (I'm running ARA now).
It's a passive real estate investment opportunity, where one purchases some of the property value, in exchange for proportionate returns from rentals. No imput on my part besides that, and I'd be able to take taxes off my returns.
When I named fear as being a reason, my feelings shut down for a minute, but while writing the paragraph above, fear began making noise, similar to an angry and pitiful "SAVE ME!" appeal.
Seems like fear has always masqueraded as my "parent". Like I'm threatening his (or her, like my Mom's) existence. This was always my norm before: make sure Mom's comfy. Embarrassing to share, but yep, it's my training and experience.
I am grateful UMS/E3 is pushing this up. It's not comfortable, but I have the choice of bowing down to old norms, or..........brushing them off and stepping up. I got a text story from a friend this morning, and I'm considering......it may be for me too. I handed it to someone else this morning, but I'm going to think on it more.
Shake It Off and Step Up
A farmer owned an old mule that fell into a well. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the old well were worth the trouble of saving. He called his neighbors together and told them what had happened and enlisted their services to haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Every time a shovel of dirt landed on his back, the mule would shake it off and step up! This he did, shovel load after shovel load. “Shake it off and step up, shake it off and step up. Shake it off and step up!” No matter how painful the shovel loads, or distressing the situation seemed, the old mule just kept right on shaking it off and stepping up! It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the edge of the well!!
I want to be FREE!
