the Sell out spectrum

How I want to be sold..

sell me you first,

and then I'll buy what you're selling.

A product is only as good as the presenter.

A seller can only sell as much as he believes in what he's selling.

If you're selling for anything less than what you believe in, you're a sell out.

Vs., if you're selling what you entirely believe in, then your product will sell out.

Our product is only as great as us, and visa verse.

Earnest honesty translates into a reputation that resonates.

My Future Masterpiece

Someday, once I'm independently wealthy, I'll be able to unleash my independent creativity.

I'm not enough a gambling man to do it the other way around.

That's why I'll never be surprised if they don't talk about me when I'm gone.

No one says, "that man used such sound judgement to lead his quiet life.
What a hero there, taking care of his lawn, kids, and wife."

I don't care though, because heroism isn't the point.  It's not an achievable created position, if it is to be done right.

We don't do what we do for praise or ridicule, but ideally because it is what were meant to do.

And that is what heroes do, if they're a hero of mine.  And if you never hear of them or me, then don't mind that I don't mind.

Perfect Thanks

The last 2 emails I received were 1 word replies.  "perfect", and "thanks". 

2 separate conversations unintentionally combined; refreshingly pleasant in this coupon spam filled too easy day and age.

Perfect thanks.  I'll take it.

Tastes like Nostalgia

When I was a kid, I didn't really like jelly, so whenever I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I would refer to it as a "PBJ, hold the J".  As my taste buds have gotten older, they have learned to enjoy the taste of jelly. 

I still usually only put peanut butter on my peanut butter sandwiches though, because even though I like jelly now, it still doesn't taste as good as nostalgia. 

Spilt Grace

I can't remember what I was reading, but I remember his hand written journals across the small table from me.  I think the small table and hard chairs were so that we wouldn't stay in the coffee shop for too long.  I often do anyways.  I am a slow drinker, and I like to get my money's worth out of the experience.  Anyways, he was up at the counter or something, and as I sat there reading, I reached for my coffee cup without taking my eyes from the pages, as I often do.  This time, though, I managed to push the entirely full cup right over gushing fresh coffee all over my friends hand written journals.

Oops. 

"Good", was his reaction.  "Now I don't have to feel so bad next time I do something stupid in front of you or ruin something of yours".

Goal Reflections

I started out so structured with my goals this year.  I'm talking seriously intentional.  I went pretty strong, too.  The first month, anyways.  I can't live on paper sustainably and still feel like a human with a soul, though.  I have never thought of myself as being super effected by my feelings, but I know they're there, and they're good.  Living life according to stuff I wrote down on paper months ago; I just can't do it and feel human.  Maybe a subconscious cop out.  I have definitely realized the way I structure my goals though, needs some modifications to jive with me.  I think I can live with long term check lists, but the predetermined daily rituals, that's a plow I couldn't keep my hand on.

Balancing Balance

I understand the pros and cons of a balanced and counter balanced life.  Balancing our balance is a hard balance to balance, really, though.  I worked so hard yesterday that I didn't want to stop working.  It felt like I worked for 14 hours straight and could focus on nothing else.  Today I can't focus on anything, work included.  A decent counter balance I suppose, but now I feel so out of balance.  It's 2:40pm on a Friday afternoon.  I should be blazing through some work.  Instead I focus sloppily on my lack of focus in my battle for balance.  I guess some days are just meant for laundry and tumble weed meditations.