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How To Own Your Life



If you don’t have a plan, you’re going to be part of someone else’s plan.

Are you happy with your job?

Are you happy living the same routine every day (wash-rinse-repeat)?

Are you happy with the relationships you have in your life?

. . . If you answered yes to all three of these questions, I’m happy for you, and there’s no need for you to read this post.

But I invite you to stay because you might learn something new about yourself.

Are you happy with your job?

If you’re not happy with your job, make a plan to change it. Otherwise you’re giving a big part of your life away being miserable at something you don’t like to do.

No brainer, right?

Go get your dream job.

If you don’t have the skills, then make a plan to get them.

Go back to school, take an online course, volunteer.

Say you’ve always wanted to be a veterinarian. Volunteer at a vet clinic. You’ll get hands on experience to go along with your schooling.

Who knows, maybe the veterinarian there will hire you and end up mentoring you.

Opportunity happens when you step out of your comfort zone.

A lot of people will suck it up and remain at their shitty jobs until they either die or retire. The same applies with their unsatisfactory lives because they allow the fear of stepping out of their comfort zone take hold of them.

. . . Or they’re just too damn lazy to try.

Brutal.

I know.

It’s a lot easier to bitch about our lives than to do something about it, right?

But new opportunities and growth happens when we step out of our comfort zone and put ourselves out there.

It doesn’t happen if we live our lives on wash-rinse-repeat.

Are the relationships you have genuine?

If you stopped being of use to people in your life, will they still want to be part of it?

. . . Here’s another way to put it: If you have nothing to offer except for your friendship, who will still be in your life?

To illustrate it even further, a gal I knew was on the brink of losing her business. One day she broke down in front of me and cried, “What will my friends think if I lose everything?”

“If they’re your true friends it won’t matter to them.They’ll still be your friends,” I said.

She didn’t like my reply.

She ignored me.

You know why?

Because she cared more about being part of the herd—even though it wasn’t genuine—than having a few true friends.

. . . So, think about it.

If her so called friends bailed on her after she lost everything—because she was no longer of use to them—this gal would either be crushed or would finally realize her relationship with them was artificial.

She’d be much happier if she didn’t care what others thought and got rid of the plastic people in her life.

How to own your life.

It’s YOUR life.

When you take your last breath on this earth, YOU are the one who will be looking back on your life.

Not your relatives.

Not your friends.

Not your employer.

YOU.

You're the one who is responsible on how you live it.

Not them.

It's up to you to either piss it away or live a happy one for you.

 . . . Ask yourself these questions and then answer them honestly:

-Do you enjoy the job you have?

-Are there toxic people in your life?

-Do you seek people’s approval?

-Do you cater to people's needs more than you should?

-Do you take some time out for you?

-Do you make up excuses on why you can't do something?

-Are you doing something that you're passionate about that brings you great joy?

-Do you ever step out of your comfort zone?

Your answers will tell you the areas you need to work on so you can take those steps toward owning your life.

Wrapping it up.

Do what makes you happy, but it'll probably involve stepping out of your comfort zone.

But that's okay.

Learning and growing is a huge part of our life experience.


If you don’t have a plan you’ll be part of someone else’s plan.

If you want to support someone else’s dream by working for them and being miserable because you don’t have the drive to change your life, so be it.

But, if you want to OWN your life, you need to grab it by the balls and change your job situation.

There are people in your life because you’re USEFUL to them.

Stop being a doormat.

Once you firmly say no to them and stick to your guns, they’ll find another sap to take advantage of.

This also goes for the toxic and artificial people as well.

Do you really want disingenuous people in your life?

Drama?

Get rid of them.

You're going to be much happier, and your loved ones will probably be inspired by your newfound energy and tenacity to view each day as another opportunity to set and reach your goals . . . to own your life instead of investing it on poor returns.











Two Adult Meals For Fifty Cents?



I was talking to my sister Angel the other day, and she told me her and our dad went out to eat.

The bill was $21.50.

She waited in the car while Dad paid for their meals.

When Dad got in the car he said, “It only cost us fifty cents to eat.”

“What do you mean?” Angel asked.

“The black kid only took fifty cents from me. He was too distracted by his co-workers to have noticed his mistake.”

“Dad, the cash register is going to be short if you don’t go back in there and give him the $21.00 that we still owe.”

…Well, apparently our dad didn’t think much of it, because he didn’t go back in and make it right.

My sister ended up fretting over it all night long.

It really bothered her, and it bothered me too when she told me.

My one big thought regarding this matter was:

The kid is black and people are prejudice. His boss or co-workers might think he stole the $21.00 when his register comes up short when really he didn’t.

I hate to think that way, but truth is truth.

…So what would you do in this situation?

Would you blow it off? If the kid gets into trouble or fired, it must be karma, right?

Or would you go back there and pay the $21.00?

The next morning, as Angel was driving her and our dad to Trader’s World, she stopped by that restaurant, spoke to the manager, told him what happened, and gave him the $21.00.

I’m so proud of her.

She told our dad that was the right thing to do, and he offered to pay her back. 

That is all.

I love my dad.

I do.

But I also know how he is, and I believe his life would be a lot better if he’d do the right thing.

…Yeah, they could have gotten away with paying only fifty cents for two meals, but is it worth possibly ruining someone’s reputation, work history, and life?

I don’t think so.

But that’s just me.

I’m no saint, though. 


I think every situation is different, but this one was begging to be addressed and taken care of.

Thankfully, my sister felt so too, and did the right thing.