Turnin’ Necks, Chashin’ Checks

So I know we’ve had a lot of talks about settling with men, in relationships and not letting anyone walk all over us when it comes to love. Through these last couple of blog posts you guys have gotten to know a deeper side of me, my writing and my thoughts. I know you guys know how I feel about love, dating, casual sex, etc…but…can we take a second to talk about another one of my passions that I hope to shake inside all of you too?

In this particular blog post we’re talking MONEEEEEEEEEY.

I will be the first to say that I love money. I love figuring out ways of making moves, making money and getting closer to my financial goals. Coming from a lower-middle class family has pushed me and shaped me to be the kind of girl who will not tolerate having a lack of essential living necessities anymore. Long gone are the days where I didn’t know how I was going to pay my bills, how I was going to be able to afford the shoes I wanted and long gone are the days where I didn’t have a savings account set up for myself.

If I inspire any of you in anyway aside on being able to love yourselves — I want to inspire you to hold yourself accountable for your actions. Most specifically your financial  actions.

How many of you reading this right now have a job you love? A job that makes you sufficient money to live the life you want? A savings account? Cash stacked somewhere in the house? All your bills paid this month? How many of you want to?

Haha. I wish I had a secret recipe for making copious amounts of money in a quick way but unfortunately — I don’t. All I got is the truth so I’m about to spit it.

The average person spends around 40 hours a week at work. Now I won’t bore you with equations to make you realize how much actual time you spend there because if you’re reading this right now you probably already know it’s a shitload of time and you’re constantly tired and you feel like shit most of the day and there’s times where you’ve seriously considered quitting and starting your own online business where you sell decorates phone cases on etsy.

I mean let me tell you guys a story: Actually no story, just facts. Looking from the outside in, it seems like I’ve had a pretty easy road to where I’m at now. I have my own lash extension business, I get to workout for 2-3 hours a day every day, I am constantly taking trips, buying expensive bags, going out to eat, etc. I am very very very blessed to say the least and I wouldn’t have gotten here if it wasn’t first for God, second — my unbelievable ability to go for what I want (no matter how stupid it seems to others) and last but not least, my resilience.

My name is Stacey D., and I have gotten fired from EVERY SINGLE JOB I HAVE EVER HAD. Lol. Every one of them. Except my first job which closed down (Borders Bookstore, shout out to ya). Oh and except CrossFit West Covina where I still currently coach but only for fun. And by the way, it’s not like I’ve had one or two jobs — if I count correctly I’ve had over 10 part time jobs varying from Yogurtland all the way to owning a clothing line.

At first when I used to get fired, I used to cry. I used to cry and think my life was over because I wouldn’t be able to pay my bills. But then, there came a point where I realized the reason I was getting fired was because I was standing up for myself. Not taking shit from half ass managers who were only a couple years older than me who had to get their ego stroked just because they were in their late 20’s and they were still working shitty jobs.

I mean then, I used to cry, and trust me — if I lost either of my jobs I would still cry now (lol I cry for everything) but the difference is that now I know I will always be alright. No matter what. NO. MATTER. WHAT.

I know my situation is a little extreme and I hope to God you don’t have to get fired, lose jobs or ever go hungry and cry to realize your calling but I do hope at some point (and if you’re looking for a sign this is it) you realize that something HAS to be done. You cannot live the rest of your life doing something you don’t love. You cannot (and you will not) get up in the morning, get ready, drive in traffic, go sit at a job you have for 8 hours, come home, watch tv, go to bed just to do it all over again. That’s boring and that is not you. Because that’s for people who settle and if you’re reading my blog I know you don’t settle. Because 1) you’re reading my blog and 2) people who read my blog don’t settle dammit!

I know it sounds cheesy and corny and you’re like “Girl! How tf am I going to just drop my job and go do whatever it is I want to do if I don’t even know what I want to do??” Or “I got kids!” or “It’s expensive!” or “I didn’t finish school” or any other reason you can think of.

So I’m just going to shut the all excuses off once and for all — excuses are invalid. Period. You will only live the life you allow yourself to live. If you’re okay with sitting at a desk and typing away for someone else for the rest of your life for a 30k a year salary, that’s what you’ll do. If you’re ok with waitressing until you find a man to come pay half of your bills that is also what you’ll do but — if you’re not. Then you won’t. Does that make sense?

Everything that has happened in your life up until this point has been your decision. At some point you got yourself in these situations and you too can get yourself out. If you’re currently at a job you dislike, you don’t come home and watch TV for another three hours. You research, you write, you plan, you manifest.

If you’re at a job you dislike, you got another job as soon as that 9-5 is finished. It’s called a 5-9 and it could save you from living the rest of your life wishing you had done things differently. It doesn’t matter if you’re 22 and reading this or if you’re 46 and reading this. I’m here for your personal development and if you’ve stumbled upon my blog it is for a reason. I believe in a world where normal girls like you and I have dreams and they pursue them and MAKE. SHIT. HAPPEN.

Teeth and nails into everything you believe in, girl. You don’t need a lot to get started and in fact — all you really need is a piece of paper and a pen. Write down your thoughts. Write down what you want. Write it down, read it, analyze it and see how you can get one baby step closer to that today. And then tomorrow, the next step and the day after that too.

In hopes to show vulnerability and allowing you guys to keep me accountable I’ll share some of the items on my list.

My name is Stacey D., and this blog is a project that stemmed from my goal of writing a book. I don’t have an English degree, I don’t really know the steps to writing a book, let alone publishing it but I do know that in order to write a book you have to well — write.

So here I am. Writing, sharing and opening myself up to you guys to be judged, encouraged and accepted.

It is scary to declare your goals out loud but with stating it out to the Universe comes accountability, power and manifestation. The thought of this happened while I was writing on my journal, then I first told my friend Jenny about it (Jenny this is your shout out, lol), and now I’m writing on my blog telling the world.

Will it get done? Absolutely. Will there be challenges? Possibly. Will it get done regardless? Yup.

As always thank you so much for coming by. It is always a pleasure sharing a piece of my soul with you guys. I hope today’s entry leaves you feeling motivated to chase whatever it is you’re after. Slide right into my DM’s with your goals. I live to manifest with you all.

May we always believe we are capable of doing so much more than what we’re doing now and may we always have the balls to do it.

To quitting shitty jobs, smashing baby goals and leaving shitty dudes.

Love yourself girl.

Have a beautiful day.

With all my love,

Stacey D. ❤

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