Disclaimer: Just like P90X, this is *my* experiment with a 90 day system. Wealth Without a Job by Andy Fuehl might work for me and it might not. If it does work, that doesn't necessarily mean that it will work exactly the same for you. My hope though is that if it does work, what I did and went through might help others.
August 26, 2007: I didn't work directly on Wealth Without a Job. I spent most of the day working on my idea for organizing my time.
To accomplish what I want to accomplish in the next 3 months, I needed to be more organized. I think I have come up with a system that is going to work for me. It's interesting (that's a nice way of saying "completely nuts") and I'll explain it more when I have it like I want. It's still pretty rough.
It's funny to have all the technology out there and here I am playing around with 3X5 cards but this makes so much sense to me.
I didn't get anything done at all on the 27th and 28th. Time is running out on the prep exercises. I am going to start on September 1st so I better get things rolling.
August 29, 2007: I did exercise #7 out of how ever many there are. 22? I forget. A lot that I have to get done in the next two days.
It was a simple one too where you just took your yearly goals and broke them down into quarterly goals and then wrote down some ideas on how you were going to accomplish those goals. Then I ran out of time again.
I have to wonder how well I'm going to do if I can't even get through the exercises. How well am I going to do at starting up a second job while continuing to work my current job, watch Trey, and put so much effort into my P90X experiment? I have finished 46 days of P90X so I don't want to back off now. I'm past halfway and really starting to see some good results.
I am going to listen to the CDs while I lift weights at night. I won't be able to do any of the "comfortable chair" exercises while I'm listening but I will be getting more fluent with the material.
I do know that getting out on my own is the direction that I was meant to go. I can feel it. I've known it for a long time. I need to be in control of my time. I need to feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, not just what I'm good at. That was fun, don't get me wrong.
It was ego-feeding to be the go-to guy when I was a cop. I had officers in and out of the department that would request my help specifically because I knew what to do and I would get it done, especially if we were talking about a dangerous situation. After a while though, it wasn't enough.
It also just bites that nothing about this except my 3X5 card dayplanner has been interesting. I'd try to be funny but it hasn't even been slightly humorous. I guess I'll leave you with this:
One day, nurse Jones walked into Mr. Smith's room in the retirement home. Mr. Smith was sitting on the edge of his bed, head bowed, looking completely dejected.
"What's wrong?" nurse Jones asked.
"My private part died today," Smith answered.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, not knowing what else to say to that bit of news.
The next day as she started her shift, Mr. Smith was walking down the hallway, stopping at each room and looking in. He would walk to the next doorway and turn to face the occupants, not saying anything. As he got closer, nurse Jones could see that Smith had his private part hanging out of the front of his pajamas.
She quickly approached him to take care of the situation.
"Mr. Smith, you can't have your private part hanging out like that. Why are you doing that?"
"Today's the viewing."
Buh, dum, duh.