Monthly Archives: October 2013
Is exactly the return you will receive.
That is a no brainer.
And yet so many people think that taking a risk is buying a RRSP.
So what is the level of risk you are willing to do with your money? Your time? Your Business?
In actuality, the level of risk is not in the amount or the venue. It is in the attitude with which you risk.
The other day I was presented with an “opportunity” to be a part of something that could gain material abundance. It was a risk, not a mlm or business opportunity, something different.
The purpose of doing the risky investment was to be a part of something that would support me in a much different way–my own thoughts about money risk.
There was a time when I knew exactly how much money was in my bank account, how much I owed, it was like I was controlled by money. And I never had any. I paid my bills. I watched it come in and watched it go out.
Lately I have been looking at different investments, different vehicles and most of them seem safe, so I do them.
The other day an opportunity comes up that made me look at my relationship with money. I asked my friend about it and she said she would not do it. I asked another friend of mine and she said she would not do it. I asked another friend of mine and she said she would do it.
For me taking a risk meant I could do this without worrying about the outcome. That I could trust myself in an investment with people I trusted to be good for me.
It is not the vehicle. It is in the attitude.
If you think you will lose money, you will so investment is not a good choice.
For me, the investment was not in the actual vehicle. It was in the liberating feeling that I could make a decision, trust myself to make money in this investment knowing it will work out, and be okay to receive. As a result I have tripled that investment all ready in my every day practice. So when this investment does what it says it will do, that is simply the bonus.
It’s a hug, Michael. I’m hugging you. I’m a monster. I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it. I hear the jury’s still out on science. I’m a monster.
Whoa, this guy’s straight? Say goodbye to these, because it’s the last time! Across from where? Marry me. Guy’s a pro.
- Really? Did nothing cancel?
- We just call it a sausage.
- What’s Spanish for “I know you speak English?”
- I care deeply for nature.
Now, when you do this without getting punched in the chest, you’ll have more fun. Really? Did nothing cancel? I don’t criticize you! And if you’re worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Say goodbye to these, because it’s the last time! Steve Holt! I hear the jury’s still out on science.
Meat the Veals
Say goodbye to these, because it’s the last time! He’ll want to use your yacht, and I don’t want this thing smelling like fish. First place chick is hot, but has an attitude, doesn’t date magicians. Now, when you do this without getting punched in the chest, you’ll have more fun. We just call it a sausage.
- Not tricks, Michael, illusions.
- I care deeply for nature.
- No! I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you.
Whoa, this guy’s straight? As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch. I’m half machine. I’m a monster. There’s so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. Get me a vodka rocks. And a piece of toast. No… but I’d like to be asked!
That mortal man should feed upon the creature that feeds his lamp, and, like Stubb, eat him by his own light, as you may say; this seems so outlandish a thing that one must needs go a little into the history and philosophy of it.
It is upon record, that three centuries ago the tongue of the Right Whale was esteemed a great delicacy in France, and commanded large prices there. Also, that in Henry VIIIth’s time, a certain cook of the court obtained a handsome reward for inventing an admirable sauce to be eaten with barbacued porpoises, which, you remember, are a species of whale. Porpoises, indeed, are to this day considered fine eating. The meat is made into balls about the size of billiard balls, and being well seasoned and spiced might be taken for turtle-balls or veal balls. The old monks of Dunfermline were very fond of them. They had a great porpoise grant from the crown.