How I Made R1300 In 2 hours….

There’s this thing that the universe does when it comes to answering your prayers.

Last week, around this time, I was complaining to one of my mentors.

It was a good release, especially after she sent me a TED Talk that spoke of the truth definition of mental health.

I was carrying with me this cloud of defeat due to the level of stress & anxiety I was perpetuating in my head.

But what I’ve realized about myself, is that I dont’ stay defeated.

I think that’s why I decided to eventually click on Tim Biyeul’s link.

A link, mind you, that I’ve been scrolling past to check out my new obssession: mixed martial arts videos on YouTube.

What he and Ed Mylett brought up in the interview spurred something in me that had me take action on an idea I had.

I just never took action on it.

So the next morning I went on to Olx.co.za, (a platform for buying and selling services and goods online) to sell my Playstation.

An idea I had for while just to boost us for the month.

I still can’t believe how fast that shandis sold.

7:00: I posted the ad. I took a number of pictures using my girlfriend’s iPad after watching the Tim & Ed video the day before. Ended up posting 1 of them though. My thinking was less perfection and more action.

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7:08: Ad was verified & published.

7:11: 2 potential buyers were wondering if it was still available. 1 was willing to buy at the initial price of R1500. 2nd buyer wanted to close me on R1300, on the basis that I sell it to him that day. So I did.

9:01: I had R1300 in cash, in my hand.

And that is how I made R1300 in 2 hours.

It just reconfirmed how:

  1. Nothing changes if nothing changes.
  2. The universe rewards action. Any action is better than no action.
  3. The universe likes speed.
  4. Expect to succeed. Even if it’s the first time you are trying out something new. There is power in expectation.
  5. There is more ways money can be made apart from slaving away for it at your job.

It reminds me of how Vaynerchuk keeps inspiring about his #trashtalk.

I don’t believe all transactions go this fast.

That would be naive of me to believe that.

But R1300 a day, is a much higher rate than what I am getting a day at work.

Additional sources of incomes are available if only we act on them and not only pray about them.

~ Musa

 

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Your Thoughts Matter

I came across this IG update about how thought affects matter.

As if to imply that thought is a higher concentration of matter, that is influential to that degree.

At a scientific level, it’s proven that prayer changes things.

If a person learns to harness this, think of the endless possibilities of what this could mean for you.

~ Musa

What Are You Passionate About?

garySh** I thought I had a draft pending.

It would have been easier.

But life is not easy.

Read somewhere that you become better.

But anyways, I wanted to write about how I hate this guy I was reading about.

He works on like 4 hours of sleep every day, and gets a lot done.

Because he’s got stuff to do & doesn’t procrastinate.

Without bitching about how tired he is the next day.

I go on about 9 hours of sleep and moan about how worn out I am.

Especially when I’m about to enter the gates of hell….I mean the gates leading to the entrance at work.

Gary loves what he does.

I wonder how it feels to wake up every day to do your life’s work.

To wake up, spending the day doing work you are passionate about.

I mean, it made me wonder: what are you passionate about?

And the guy just keeps on chunking away at it.

Day in & day out.

He doesn’t give a f*** whether you are following him or not.

He just keeps on pushing content after content.

Not skipping a beat.

He says he’s in it for the long run.

Something to think about, especially when we love these quick fix lifestyle we’re currently living.

Some of life’s principles never change regardless of how fast things are.

“Don’t wish it was easier wish you were better. Don’t wish for less problems wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenge wish for more wisdom” – Jim Rohn

~ Musa

 

God Answers…

Looking over my blog for inspiration.

Wanted to write about something fresh.

Life experiences work best.

I then remembered that I have been affirming BS over the past few days.

Finished reading my book.

So I’m left with my own thinking, with no forward thinking concepts to rival them.

So I resorted to what I had already with me.

Prayer.

Positive affirmation to the Invisible Supply to give me strength & the courage to free me from the quicksand I have thrown myself in.

Created by the negative thinking I have been over thinking.

And God answered.

Not in the bush-on-fire kind of way.

She usually more subtle than that.

To me anyways.

Something I have forgetten with all the attention I have giving the outside world.

With me having my hand been bitten from over extending my compassion to others, but giving none to myself.

Through those silent, emo prayers I was repeating to myself manifested a call from my guardian angel, in the form of a coworker.

Someone I draw strength from because she’s such a freaking inspiration.

She managed to do settle all her debts.

No matter how painful it was, with her having to sacfrice her looks for a brighter financial future.

She also managed to raise her standards.

Asking more from herself because of how much value she now sees in herself.

S*** like that, makes people frkn beautiful.

I live for moments like those.

Spending time with people who are were I want to be or aspiring to reach that level.

She came to fetch my ass for a much needed free lift to work & back in her new car.

Wow.

She never seems to disappoint.

Coming from a dark past to be excelling the way she is, makes me feel like a whimp for complaining as much as I am.

It lifted my spirit.

I needed that.

What I’m trying to say is that She answers in a various, unexpected ways that we miss.

Billboard sign.

Song lyrics heard over the radio.

Meme.

Statements said in passing.

She doesn’t shout from the rooftops.

God answers in whisphers.

~ Musa

Just Peachy….

I was on Facebook with it’s FB memories reminders.

That seems to be the only thing I update on Facebook, come to think of it.

Meaning next year I will be reminded about the memories FB reminded me of today.

Nothing new under the sun.

Went emo couple of days back with the blog I published.

That day sucked, but I’ve had worse.

The morning sex usually helps with improving my mood.

But my partner in crime was not available for the joint venture so I turned to food. I was out of beer.

Self gratification gives me minimal pleasure. Not as satisfying as the excitement I get in conquering the female body into orgasm…I digress.

So I took baby girl to daycare in the morning.

Did the dishes.

Took a nap.

Bathed and headed for work.

I took the time I spent offline focusing on what’s going right, even though the world is on fire around me.

Reminds me of that hell scene when John Constantine went for a quick peek in that Constantine movie.

Things could be better, yes, but bitching about them won’t change them much.

Sometimes the discomfort you are experiencing now is nudging you forward, not backward.

Busy praying for deliverance from your current unhappiness but you’re not happy with the process it takes for your prayer to be answered.

S*** will always hit the fan. Even more so when change is coming.

Think it’s a matter of riding it out. But to always keep your eyes on the price.

That’s why goals are important.

Without them, what’s the point of living?

~ Musa

“Dead Or Alive, You Are Coming With Me.”

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Been having a lot of pent up anger of late.

It compounds.

Lack of sleep.

Haven’t been reading a good book for almost a week now.

Missing out on my daily meditations.

Haven’t been rewriting my goals.

Not been listening to motivational audios.

Skipping motivational & educational videos.

It’s been months since I’ve been visualizing my success.

I haven’t been exercising as much as I did.

Been poorly taking my vitamins and supplements.

All things happening daily, gradually, to a point where I feel exhausted physically and mentally.

Dropping my emotional intelligence.

I’m in the business of where losing your cool would cost you your job.

That love and hate relationship of being concerned of losing the job you hate.

Where now I incorrectly blame others for my lack of self mastery.

You attract what you are.

Happiness is an inside job.

Won’t happen overnight, but you can change your direction overnight.

The rest is just consistency on your part.

Change begins when you take 100% responsibility of what’s happening around you.

To you.

Through you.

~ Musa

I Don’t Want To Be An Entrepreneur

That N word is such a burden.

It’s a cute thing to add on my social media bio that: “I’m an Entrepreneur.”

But truth of the matter is I’m on my PlayStation, while posting such on my Twitter page.

Have people thinking Musa is on “the grind.”

Kanti kuphi lapho…

Trying to promote an illusion on FaceBook, having people into thinking that you’ve got game…sh** like that will catch up to you.

Yes, I was on that stock market trading tip then the internet marketing grind. After that then it’s was the full time direct sales gig and what else…oh yeah, network marketing.

And in between that stuff, it was a 9-5.

It’s just there’s so much respect that I have for people who really run their business. Small business that they didn’t inherent. That seeing people claiming what they aren’t irks me.

It’s as if they are disrespecting the people who really are.

The businesswomen & businessmen who make those hard decisions like:

The Dream or the relationship.

Pay rent or the staff.

Full 9 hours sleep of guaranteed monthly salary or those sleepless nights not knowing whether the client will pay up on not.

People, a small percentage, really hustle out there hey?

Too busy to be posting motivational memes every 3 minutes on IG.

Success is boring.

Success is slow.

Success is consistency.

Success is long-term.

Success is worth it.

Social media allows you to post things that aren’t true.

But like all things, the truth shall out.

Live an honest life bud.

My take…I don’t want to be getting my money from only one income source.

I don’t think that makes me an entrepreneur. Or does it?

Coz that’s my endgame…

…hold up come I google.

Entrepreneur…

a person who sets up a business or businesses, taking on financial risks in the hope of profit.
“many entrepreneurs see potential in this market”

synonyms: businessman, businesswoman, business person, business executive, enterpriser, speculator, tycoon, magnate; More

  • a promoter in the entertainment industry.

    “the music entrepreneur pulled back from financing a screenplay Hopper had written”

Shoot, then that means anyone can be an entrepreneur.

But those that do the work become successful entrepreneurs… Eventually.

It compounds.

Needed to put that disclaimer there.

And that’s the rub, being successful.

You need to work.

Taking the hits of becoming good at your niche, there’s no smooth sailing in this game.

Being embrassed for a few years that will set you up for life.

You either keep getting knocked around & being made someone’s bitch at your job or learn how to make something of your life.

Even Thokozane outlined on a tweet I retweeted #NoExcuses.

You need courage & mentoring if you are looking for additional sources of income that will eventually free you from a job.

Either that or keep complaining about your BS job.

You are worth more than than s*** job you are 10 seconds away from being fired from.

You weren’t raised to be someone’s bitch.

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Don’t be an entrepreneur.

Be a successful one.

No matter how long it takes.

Or die trying.

I don’t want to be an entrepreneur. But I want to be a hustler. For my family but more importantly for my well-being.

Go to where you are valued. If that means getting a job then go for it.

Financially it doesn’t make sense to me to only rely on one source of income.

That’s financial suicide.

~ Musa