Taking It All Off

I’m taking it all off.

Get your mind out of the gutter – I’m not trying to imitate a strip club.  Having a mid-30s guy with a little bit of a spare tire going probably isn’t going to do much for you, anyway, even if I were going into the adult business.

I’m taking it all off philosophically speaking.  In that I’m opening up my “next steps” to the world…so the world can keep me accountable.  No, I’m not doing the whole reality series thing that’s been done, overdone and over-overdone.  No cameras, no microphones, none of that stuff.  You probably don’t care what goes on in my day to day life for the most part, as long as I’m not killing kittens or scaring children.

But I need you to care.

Apparently, contrary to the mask I’ve been wearing, I’m a needy person deep down inside.  I attempt to be as independent as the next guy (actually probably more so), but when I really peel back the onion (because men, just like ogres, have layers – I love Shrek…) I need.

I realize that left alone I’m not going to get done what needs to get done.  I need some other driving impetus, and life – at the moment, anyway – is OK.  Contentment is the worst place to be because at least with a bad situation it forces you to move off zero.  When you’re content you don’t have to move – it’s easy to rationalize zero as an acceptable place to be.

I’m no longer content at zero.  I need to move, even if moving temporarily moves me back to negative one.  I’m still too young (we’re all too young, by the way) to be happy living a life at zero.

So here’s what I’m going to do for the next week – which happens to be the first week of June.  I’m going to spend at least 15 minutes every day reflecting on my life in an effort to get myself off Zero.  (I’m going to turn that into a proper noun – “Zero“, not “zero” – to keep the enemy in plain sight, because it’s easy for me to miss the problem if it looks like everything else)  Here’s what I’m going to spend time contemplating:

– See what’s working well and what isn’t
– Figure out what really makes me happy
– Find what my real passion is
– Etc., etc., etc.

And I need you, loyal readers, to keep me accountable.  Don’t let me off the hook.  When I’ve had a really long day that’s not good enough for me to skip and just make up tomorrow.  Even if I solved world hunger that’s not good enough – I need to make the time in my day to reflect.

And please – let me help you with the same.  This is a team effort, and can’t just be one way.  I want to know what you want to be kept accountable for.  I can help.  The other readers of this blog can help.  We can make it work.

And we can do it all with our clothes on.

(post image courtesy of Salvatore Vuono / FreeDigitalPhotos.net)


Fair warning:  I’m drinking tea (sweet tea to be precise) and it’s 11:38pm.

And as such, I’m not entirely sure that you’re going to
read a coherent, structured blog post below.  I don’t even know how tonight is going to go, blog or otherwise.  But that’s OK – because
sometimes that’s how I am, and if you really want the Paul Gillespie
Experience that’s how it works.  So read on.

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It All Starts With An Inferiority Complex

I have an inferiority complex.

It’s not your traditional Napoleon complex (I’m 6’3″ for heaven’s sake, so unless I’m in Norway I’m considered “tall”). It’s not some deep-seated puer inferiority complex. And no – it’s not a sexual inferiority complex so let’s not go there (yes, I probably just alienated half my potential blogging base by using the word “sex” in a blog post. One heck of a way to start, eh?). No, it’s just your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill inferiority complex.

But give me some credit – I’m big enough of a blogger person to admit it. Yes, I have a problem.

Or, more appropriately, I had a problem.

I love speaking in the past tense because I took above-referenced inferiority complex and attacked it head-on. And what’s even better is that I came out ahead. In this case I was the windshield, not the bug. And it feels spectacular. Awesome. Groovy.

Let me tell you what happened.

I joined this GREAT group of folks in Project Mojave. I actually joined about six weeks ago, and it has been nothing short of spectacular. It’s Clay Collins gig (ever heard of “Finance Your Freedom“? Same Clay), but 10 to 1 if you ask him he’ll tell you it’s really our gig that he’s just moderating, and it’s a booming community at the moment. Check it out if you get the chance; it’s well worth it.

I digress… So Project Mojave‘s got this spectacular set of faculty members lined up: Johnny B Truant, Laura Roeder, Dave Navarro, Michael Martine, Jonathan Mead and, of course, Clay. Folks who don’t just talk, but actually do something. Top of their fields. The real deals. They’re the ones teaching us.

But that’s not why I have an inferiority complex. Sure – they’ve done more in a 30-minute podcast than I’ve probably done in the last year…but hey – that’s what they’re good at. I’m good at other things. Like…watching Royals baseball. And drinking beer. At the same time.

No, my inferiority complex is actually related to my peers in the group (and yes, I’m using the word “peer” very loosely…because I clearly don’t belong in that group of brains; I feel more like the court jester. But I love it!). I was perusing the forums, checking out some of the newer members and it struck me that it seemed like every single person on the list had a website listed. Some have thriving on-line businesses. Some had robust Google pages about themselves. Some had a vanity domain for their name. And me? I had…nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.

Except: an inferiority complex.

I mean – I’m a technological kinda guy. Sure, my profession is really in Finance (Pricing, to be exact). But I can make Excel bend to my will. I’ve built servers from scratch. I get along well with anything that has a screen and current running through it. But despite 25 years of working with computers and 17 years working on that thing called “The Internet” I didn’t even have the inklings of an online presence.

So I changed that. Project Mojave is all about action. About getting from zero to a Freedom Business in three months. And so, on top of all the other stuff going on there (check it out and see: click here) I realized that part of PM (as we affectionately call it) is life lessons. So, rather than just stay content with my “problem” of an inferiority complex I did something about it.

I went from zero to a blog in about 20 minutes.

PaulGillespie.me is mine. My domain. My corner of real estate in the vast morass of 1s and 0s we all call home these days. This is my blog. This is my life.

So you can follow me on Twitter, you can check me out on Google Profiles. And now, you can find me here. Every week.

Sans, of course, my inferiority complex.

Less fattening than a block of margarine.