When you are no longer punching the clock, who makes you do it? You?
“Spare the rod and spoil the child,” This was my dad’s favorite quote.
I don’t know how I climbed so high in the mimosa tree in the front yard without falling. I don’t know why I never poisoned myself by eating my “soups and teas” made from weeds and “flowers” out of the yard. I don’t know how I didn’t get kicked out of elementary school for telling the Christian kids that Santa was not real. I don’t know where I thought babies came from until my mom told me; shattering my image of God placing a baby in my mom’s tummy via magic….. These are things I do not know about my childhood.
Not me....but I love the jelly shoes.
What I do know is this; based on my dad’s philosophy, I was not spoiled.
I was always getting into trouble in one way or another. It was usually 1) Not knowing when to STFU 2) Getting my little sister to execute some well planned mission to get something for me that I knew I wasn’t supposed to have #candy #icecream #vitaminC #yeaidk #onthelastone 3)An adventure of some kind.
The adventures were my favorite. They were worth the punishment. One of my particular favorite adventures involved two 8 year olds (my cousin and I), a leaky boat with literally one paddle, and a water moccasin infested lake.
My cousin Jason and I were about 8 maybe 9. He lived on a farm with my aunt Elizabeth (aka Bo) and Uncle Tooty (Don’t ask, I didn’t). #WTFisaTooty Anyway, I used to spend a week or so with my grandma who lived two houses and about 4 acres away. It was all family so I would trot my prissy, city, butt over to the farm after I ate my country breakfast of biscuits w gravy, eggs w gravy, grits w gravy, and sometimes even some taters….you guessed it…with gravy. (Thinking about it …right now… I gained about 3% BMI but it is strangely euphoric… mmmmmm gravy)
So, this particular morning I sashayed my tiny tail to my aunt and uncle’s house just after the sun came out. Energized and enthusiastic I bang on the door like I am serving a warrant on an episode of COPS. My aunt shuffles to the door with one eye open in a house coat, “Honey, its 6am….”
My uncle Tooty yells from the John, “Bo who the hell is at the door this early??”
“It’s me Uncle Tooty!!!” I say filled with joy, as I am sure he is.
“Goddamnit!! What the f…”
“We are happy to see her, aren’t we?” my aunt interrupts.
“Yea, Yea. The boy is in bed. Go bother him”
With a giant grin, I skip off to my cousin’s room.
After second breakfast (he hadn’t eaten and I never got bacon or gravy in the city)….Anyway, after second breakfast we grabbed his new puppy and ran to the fields. At some point the shoes came off, we ate watermelon fresh and warm out of the garden, got chased by chickens, hid in the corn, ate unripe apples from the tree #stomachache, built a tree house on an old outhouse… about a dozen things later we were bored. It was 10:30AM.
Not me, again. These kids are way too safe.
One of us has a brilliant idea, I have no idea which of us sealed our fate that day but someone said “Let’s take the boat out”
Here we are with two 8 year olds in a leaky boat with one paddle rowing through snake infested water. We did have a plan though…for the leaking. We had finished a Little Hug drink and planned to use that to get the water out of the boat if needed. #goodplancuz
We get about half way out in the lake and hear my uncle cussing us and telling us to get our asses back to the shore. “Pretend you don’t hear him” my cousin advises. Yep all over it.
Our plan is to row to the other shore and take the fire lanes to my grandma’s house. They’ll forget we figure.
Just as we are coming out of the woods we see Grandma Ruby running towards us. We never planned on being ratted out by a phone call to the most badass grandma ever. Half Cherokee and half cowboy, you don’t mess with this lady. She dipped snuff.
Just as we turn to go back into the woods we hear “Y’all better get yer tails up’er. Oh? You runnin yonder?” #never #run #yonder We turn and smile. “Hey Grandma.”
Apparently, as it would have it, that was the wrong answer. She grabs a small tree out of the ground and chases us back with it, swinging the whole way. We are getting struck in the back, legs, head… whatever…
Bo and Tooty come to get us and Jason gets a good licking from Tooty. I get mine from aunt Bo because she is also a female. #1980slogic
A few days later my parents come for me. Jason and I had all but forgotten about that little incident. Guess who hadn’t forgotten? My dad. Yep another spanking.
My dad, sis, and I.
I would like to tell you that henceforth we were good little kids that never played on my grandmas roof, almost drown in a silo of grain, got impaled on a hay baler, made an entire litter of puppies sick by spinning them on a tire swing….I cant.
I can tell you we did not go back in that boat.
Now this is not the same way discipline works as an adult. Our “spankings” are not instant and generally last a lot longer than a few seconds. But they happen and I have had plenty. #If%#kup #alot That said…. That is what I want to talk about today. Having the discipline to not have to punch a clock.
In the corporate world, we are told to be there at this time and stay until whenever. We trade or time for money. But how do we really quantify the value of our life to a dollar amount? This is the struggle that we escape through working for no one but yourself. The trick is this…
Write down goals. This might seem silly. Do it. Some people like to make a “dream board” or a giant list right on the wall. I think it is a great idea although I do not do it. I personally write my annual goals in the last page of my calendar so that I know I will have to see if I met them at the end of the year. Below I have listed some goals that may be reasonable for an investor who has been in the business for a few years. If you are still working full time this list should be cut in half or even a quarter. This is really about just budgeting your time as you have it.
Break down implementation into monthly and weekly goals. Those goals alone, to a seasoned investor may seem small. However, if you are just a few years in, that is pretty huge. It can be really overwhelming. By breaking it down into monthly and weekly goals it is more attainable. If you are trying to flip 6 houses you will want to begin your acquisition in January/February of the year. This means that your goals will change monthly. Your monthly goal may look like this.
Make a daily list.
Understand that if business happens that day you just have more work. In this business we really don’t know what is going to happen each day. That is what I love about this gig. You could be going along checking shit off and…BAM… there was a fire at one of your properties #thankgoodnessforinsurance, or your realtor calls with a house in the hottest area of town that just got listed. Grab your shoes and go or write a blind right now!!! So when life happens that just means that you have more to do later or the next day. Don’t NOT do an item. Hold yourself accountable to the list you created. Otherwise, how can you hold your goals accountable to you?
Reward yourself. Jeez!!! Do not burn yourself out!! This happens more than you know. Especially if you are still working full time. I like to go on a little mini trip or have a night out with my girls when I sell a house (creative or conventional). When I meet a big goal, I go on a real trip. #passportneeded
So really what it all comes down to is making the best decision…unlike me in a leaky boat surrounded by poisonous snakes… but like me turning down dinner with a tall handsome, man with an adorable accent to finish this article for you. But guess what? He’ll take me to dinner another time and if not, at least I will be able to afford to pay for my own.
Ok then…I’ve yapped too long again. OMgoosefeathers!! It’s like a book each week. No wonder my dad called me Chatty Charity.
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Happy Investing My Real Estate Junkies!!!
I was born an entrepreneur. I am pretty certain that I was peddling passies in the hospital when the nurses left the room.All of the other kids in the neighborhood were riding bikes and playing with dolls I was selling jewelry out of a catalogue and creating a back yard consignment shop. At 21 I became a real estate investor and fell in love. This was/is/ and always will be my passion. I have been madly in love with flipping, holding, and writing offers on real estate that seem crazy for 18 years. Ladies and gents I am willing to share the love of my life with you. Maybe its polyamory maybe its jut because I can’t shut up about it. Either way I will be sharing every mistake I ever made and the lesson that came from it. I love questions. Please ask away!!!