Stop and Smell the Roses 2/20/2019
I have to admit, I’ve been sweating the small stuff. I’ve been agonizing over every fucking detail of how I’ll achieve financial independence (“FI”) and build a business.
I’ve been so fucking stressed that it’s been hard to think.
A buddy of mine – one of the ones to keep around – suggested I actively journal for a few days to clear my frazzled mind.
Best advice I’ve gotten in a while.
I had forgotten my core mindset.
The next chapter of my life will be here soon enough, and I can’t stop the pages from turning.
I wouldn’t want to if I could.
I’m right where I need to be at the moment, and I’ll get there when I get there.
“Stop and smell the roses, buddy. They won’t bloom forever.” – Me to me
Stop and smell the roses. I’ve always liked that saying. I’m not much of a rose guy, though. I prefer lilies.
It inspired a new segment/post series. I want to take a snapshot of where life is at the moment. One day I’ll need the reminder of how far I’ve come. These’ll happen every once in a while. Maybe when life changes significantly. Maybe when I need a reminder of my growth. Maybe when I feel like leaving a little note to Future Ben.
So, Future Ben, let’s stop and smell the lilies (read: roses).
I work at a management company four days a week. I’m basically a firefighter. Wherever a company needs help, I get dispatched (that has a nice ring to it) to help any way I can. Sometimes that’s simply grinding through an entire account to see what’s happened. Sometimes that’s revamping a process that’s in dire need of some love. Sometimes that’s scanning old documents.
I’m studying finance and accounting. I have an audit course (which is a fucking blast), a management capstone, a finance capstone, a government accounting course, and a yoga class (which is about as kickass as the audit course). I’m a senior with severe senioritis – but that’s ok. Like I said, I’m right where I need to be right now.
I live in a SUPER college apartment. 3 roommates. 2 bedrooms. 1 large closet. The floors are slanted and squeak. The doors are thin. We had a squirrel in our dining room once. I fucking love the place.
I drive a 2002 Chrysler Concorde that I bought for a couple hundred bucks a year and a half ago. It gets a solid 20 mpg, the front bumper is zip tied on, and it’s longer than my parents’ pick-em-up truck. We call it The Boat, thus it’s been dubbed the S.S. Concorde. I drive it once per week – twice if we make a grocery run. I usually either walk, take public transit (QLine for the win!), or bike. I ride a 1970s Peugeot. It’s a steel-framed stud.
I currently have a net worth of almost -$10,000. All my debt is from student loans. Thanks for being smart, Past Ben. The good part is I’m about to hit my first major milestone – $10,000 in cash savings. Not too shabby!
I like yoga. I thought I would, but FUCK is it great.
Weniger aber besser. Less, but better.
I only have one setting: 400%. I don’t half-ass shit. If I do it, I crush it.
Walk with a purpose, even if that purpose is to enjoy a peaceful, snowy night.