244. Drop By Drop

Taking my first break from Robinson Crusoe-posting, I simply need to say that maybe I have fucked up all this time – trying to find more enjoyable ways to make money.

At least as regards the way I’ve tried …

I was thinking that if I don’t feel good still, perhaps worse, than when I started trying to find that way to make money in a more enjoyable, passionate way, then perhaps my goal is wrong – or the way to the goal is wrong!… Read more

218. Half the Way

Just worked all day, trying to contain my sense of desperation that I had found no customers this month yet. It is summer, but still …

In the end I decided to just write 3 or 4 blog posts about both WordPress and business-mindset when you run a one-man show and have to do the online-stuff as well: How to get time for it all …

Not only was the lack of income getting to me, but also the sense that I wasn’t providing value – not using my skills and experience for any good for anyone.… Read more

132. Seven Emotional Developments Needed to Be Open To Eternal Life

Easter Sunday I think is a good time to reflect on what it takes to be open to the possibility that there could be more life, in some form, after the experience we call ‘death’.

Wait! Does it take some requirement to be open about this? How about proof?

Well, my experience tells me that openness to a certain kind of reality is neither the product of ‘proof’ nor ‘faith’, particularly not blind faith.… Read more

123. Do Your Math

Got home today from the rent-a-seat-office and wanted to make a big splash in writing and blogging. And then I felt completely down about it all.

I sort of stood and looked at our tiny apartment and said to myself: ‘Yeah, yeah – it’s nice, after all. I think we have a lot of good things, including a child soon.… Read more

60. A Soul’s Project

A day spent doing two jobs in my firm and writing two job applications, with the best will I could mobilize.

I did laundry also and then walked to my cousin’s cafe in a foggy north-west part of the capital, only to find he wasn’t there.

Instead, behind the extremely diminutive bar, a 28 year old good-looking woman with a master’s degree in philosophy and some trauma from meeting the real world of unemployment soon after.… Read more

18. Behind the Backside

The last day before Christmas day saw the office for the so called entrepreneur program almost empty, but I didn’t mind.

One meeting with an architect who had a need of making invisible some table-borders somebody had coded for her – and that was it. I went home again.

Char had the day off, and had bought some last Christmas presents, but was tired.… Read more