Hilary, Madam President if you’re Nasty

I tend to stay away from politics. I know I’m voting for Hilary Clinton. I’m confident about my choice. If we agree, great. If not, we can still be friends. I’m not trying to change your mind today.

Watching the Donald spiral last night was a clear reminder that even if you don’t agree with certain rules, our country is in fact based on these rules. You can’t just decided not to accept the election results if you lose. You can’t just petulantly call your opponent names while they’re talking. You can’t be a successful president if you always rising to the bait. What happens when China starts baiting you? What happens when the decision you make are not in the best interest for the country you’ve sworn to protect?  


And lets talk about what it means to be a Nasty Woman these days.

To Donald Trump, a nasty woman spends her whole career working for the wellness of others, who calls out bigotry, and racism when she see’s and, and doesn’t cower into the shadows when there is a man speaking. She speaks her mind, she speaks with clarity and wisdom, and she doesn’t let interrupting cows interrupt her. There are a lot worse things than being a woman who doesn’t back down from fear, or intimidation. 
Donald is a man who has rarely chosen to hear the word “No”, who speaks without thinking, and refuses to acknowledge when he’s wrong. If we knew nothing else about him, knowing those three things should make it clear he is not the right choice for our next president. 
However last night an opportunity for sharing our collective outrage arose and so I present to you:

Hilary, Madam President if you’re Nasty Tee-Shirts! 



If you wanna support your girl, or let the world know just what kind of woman you are, this shirt will definitely help you on your way. Its also a pretty easy Halloween costume, if you order it in time!


As of right now there are exactly two designs, and reasonably priced for being able to publish them immediately. 

Get them quick! The site is having a 25% sale right now

So tell me, are you a nasty woman?


The benefits of Snow

Today, we have a #throwbackthursday post from when I was still in the Peace Corps. This short essay, the Benefits of Snow, was written because I was finally starting to feel homesick for Alaska. Botswana and Alaska about as different climes as you can imagine. Summer was just starting there, while winter in a Alaska was just settling in. Thanks for reading.

The Benefits of Snow

JessicaFWalker.com | The Benefits of Snow | Fence Covered in Snow in Colorado

There’s not a whole lot to the benefit of snow, especially in a place like this. The roads are dirt, the animals would all freeze and die, let alone all the water pipes and if you think Anchorage or Denver is a slushy wet mess after a storm, consider the murky brown water of dirt, animal droppings and (male) humans peeing all over everything just because they can. And then walking ankle deep in it.

No, I’m pretty glad it doesn’t snow here. I would amend that statement for a simple respite from the cold however. I’ve always thought the most bearable thing about the cold dark winters in Alaska was the pretty snow that came with it. Snow makes even the ugliest buildings pretty (and Anchorage sure has its share of ugly buildings) and brings a particular glow to the night sky. Sure, trudging up hills and sliding down them when you meant to walk gracefully is a hassle, but for six or seven months a year, it looks like Christmas. Besides, you can always dress warmly and you only have to spend as much time outside as you want. A central heated building is only ever how long it take for you to get from your car to the door.

So, while I experience my first winter in the desert that is Botswana, I find myself thinking, ah yes. If only there was snow, I could endure this cold. Unfortunately, I know that to be false. My electric bill has tripled in the last few weeks; there are not always enough clothes to keep the body heat in and the cold out. These concrete walls and tile floors feel like ice in the morning. It’s (what I assume) like camping in November in the cabins at Hatcher Pass, only without using the stoves to keep warm. I didn’t expect it to be so cold here. They warned me, those past volunteers but I didn’t believe them.

JessicaFWalker | Moose Across the Street in Snow | Anchorage

If it snowed here, it would just make a mess of things. The roads would be slushy mud ruts (if the snow stuck at all; even the rain dries as it lands!) and I’m pretty sure all the livestock here is bred to endure the heat, not survive the cold. This is cattle country. Can’t have the dikgomo tip over because of a little ice. When I wake up in the morning and see the little clouds my breath makes, when I breathe in deep and it has that crisp wintry taste, a part of me rushes back to the days when I knew snow was inevitable. Instead, I peer my head over the covers to check the time and I just curl deeper into my blankets and wait until the sun is a little higher in the sky.

I sure do miss it, though.


What to do when you Haven’t Finished what you’ve Started


Hello, my name is Jessica and the last blog post was in July. Today is October 19th, 2016 and honestly I’m surprised I allowed myself to disappear like I did. Today I’d like to talk about what to do when you haven’t finished what you’ve started.

There’s a lot of reasons for that, but here is the biggest: I let my life lead me, instead of leading my life.

Its not always a bad thing to let your life lead you. Sometimes it can result in great things, like jobs, or babies, or spouses. Other times, it can lead to depression or anxiety, or a general malaise that feels suffocating.

I needed a period of self care, and while I thought I was caring for myself while I was unemployed, what I was actually doing was allowing myself to be depressed. So I changed it up as best as I could, and now I’m in a new place. 

Literally. I moved back home to Alaska. 

Since my last blog, I sold everything but my clothes and bedding, grabbed my dog and flew up to the Last Frontier. I started a job which is old and new to me, and life is just better now. I never guessed I would be here, this time last year. 

Its been a year since I returned home from the Peace Corps. To me, it feels like a lost year. Learning to reclaim my health has been a long and sometimes impossible journey, but I finally feel like I’m in a place where I can move forward. Sometimes I still lack energy, and I don’t have the stamina I once did, but I can finally feel it increasing.

However, there are many things I set out to do this year, that just didn’t get done. I planned on getting my real estate license. I planned on getting my driver’s license. I planned on running the Denver Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon, and I planned on living in Colorado indefinitely.

I started a lot of paths over this last year, and many of them did not come to pass. I won’t get into the why. The why doesn’t matter. We all have a why, a should have, a would have. Its not that I didn’t take the steps to get started, I just didn’t take the steps to complete it. 

So what do you do when you realize the goals you’ve set for yourself weren’t reached? You look around at your life right now, and count your blessings.

Find the good things. 

I have a great job with a company I love. I live in a state that I consider home. I have great relationships with my family and friends. I have the means to make myself financially self-sufficient again. 

And then, ask yourself, do you really need to accomplish those goals you once thought you did?

For me, yes, I still want to get my real estate license, and driver’s license. 

The Half Marathon has passed for the year, and even though I committed to raising donations for St. Jude, (which I raised over $100) my body is not healthy enough at this time to complete it, so its okay that I didn’t. 

In essence, you must always meet yourself where you’re at so you can figure out where you want to go.

However I believe that its okay to not reach your goals. Those are fighting words, I’m sure. But let me explain. I’ve made my life about setting and achieving goals. Some of them were simple goals like being to work on time, and others required more planning like saving money. I plan for every potential outcome and react accordingly. Often though, the goals that I don’t achieve are the ones I’m not passionate about. I’m not passionate about weight loss; I’m not passionate about going to the gym. Vise versa, when I was passionate about running, I did it in the sun, rain, or snow. And I achieved my goal of completing the Chicago Marathon.

And every time I do accomplish a goal, whether it be big or small, there is always a hollow point inside that wonders, “okay, well, now what?” Which has helped me figure out why its not always important to finish your goals. If you don’t have something to work towards, then you’re not growing as a person. Its important to keep trying of course, but if you get sidetracked or its no longer something you care about then, take a moment to discover that, and move on. You’re more knowledgeable now then you were when you started and as long as you can take those lessons with you, its not a waste of time on your part.

For instance, I finished half of the Real Estate course during this year. Not enough to even consider passing the exam, but it was enough to have a federal knowledge base of real estate law. While researching the same classes in Alaska, I found out, the pre-licensing class is exactly the part I’ve already completed. So when I take the class again this time, I’ll already have a great base to start from, plus all of my notes from before. This is not a failure in my eyes. Its a new way to apply what I know. 

So, if you feel like you haven’t finished what you’ve started, just take a moment to identify why that is, and maybe you’ll come to realize its not such a bad thing. And if you’re unhappy with where you are in your life, lets figure out a way to get you back on track. 


Who’s with me?

Shopping at Thrive Market

I recently went shopping at Thrive Market. Have you heard of it? They’re a social enterprise market, helping feed the world, while they feed you. They have top selling brands at wholesale prices, which I must say is nice to my wallet. And all from the comfort of your own home.

They have several different categories to meet your specific dietary needs, like Raw, Vegan, Vegetarian, Paleo, and of course, Gluten Free. Thrive Market makes buying your dry gluten free foods a breeze, plus they have so many options.


I made my first purchase the other day, and got it in the mail. I was able to find things I haven’t found in the stores around my town, and certainly not for the price I purchased them at Thrive Market.

The coconut oil was free gift with my first purchase, and while shipping is free for orders over $49, mine didn’t quite reach that. But it was still totally reasonable. I remember feeling so surprised at how cheap it was!

Thrive Market Purchases
The cereal was demolished in about two days. I love and miss cereal like it was my best friend. Being gluten intolerant now means it’s basically impossible to find cereal that isn’t made of wheat, or that contains, malt. I also have a high intolerance for oatmeal, but that’s another story for another day.


And the mushroom soup by Pacific Foods is the first time I’ve ever seen it, so I just had to try it. When I lived in Oregon, the Pacific Foods factory was near my house and I always felt an affinity for their products.


To sign up at Thrive is easy. First, you make a free account, so you can browse and see all your options. When you’re ready to make a purchase, you’ve unlocked a free 30-day subscription to the market. If you find you’ve really enjoyed the service, you can sign up for a membership and continue to receive amazing savings, plus for every membership they get, they sponsor a low-income family who is struggling to provide healthful food to their family. Plus if you use my special link, you’ll save an additional 15% off your first order! Pretty sweet deal, right?


I’m really excited to start trying all the gluten free hygiene products they have, like masks, shampoo and conditioner, and body lotion. I’m convinced because all of my stuff has vitamin E, I’m getting cross contaminated all the time, which is why I never feel like I’m getting better


I think the coolest thing about this business is that they’re making it accessible to families who live in food deserts, or who have such highly specialized diets that regular grocery stores often cannot accommodate them in the way they deserve. Thrive Market is filling a gap and helping to end malnourishment.

Short Story: Summer Love

Short Story: Summer Love

I saw bright red leaves where green should have been, walking along the path from here to there, one morning. I was surprised to see the red flakes on trees; my since of time had become lost in the long summer of overheated days and dusky blue skied nights. I had thought I was still there; we were still there under the naked sky, a bottle of Jim Beam next to him, and a bottle of Jack D. next to me. Those days when waking up wasn’t necessary and going to bed was never what was on our minds when we landed, free flying on to the old mattress. 

No, now we were in fall, but oh wait. It was not we, not us, it was me, alone going to class in the crisp cold morning, a drizzle of cold rain falling from the sky illuminating the contrasted colors that flew away from their home and to their final resting place, the grass or the pavement below. He was no longer with me. I wondered if the trees that began to hibernate felt as numb inside as I did when I thought of what had just come to pass; the summer left and so did he, back to wherever he came from and here I was again, alone, preparing myself for regeneration though I had not fully stopped existing in life or my mind. 

My hands were cold. The tips of my fingers felt like carrots pulled fresh from the refrigerator. I rubbed them together, creating friction and heat to keep them warm. I wondered if he was chilled to the bone far away from me, and our love that kept us warm through those summer night breezes. I tried to convince myself that summer love never ended, and when winter came it would be the only thing that kept us warm while we were so far apart.

Class began and I pulled out my notebook and doodled his name on the cover. 


Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, you might also enjoy my book Sigh, Alaska. You can check it out on Amazon.

My submission for Peace Corps RPCV Story Telling Contest

Last month I composed a story entitled My Safe Space for the Peace Corps RPCV Story telling Contest. I didn’t make the finals, but I wanted to share it with you. It was a turning point for me in my service. So many days I asked myself why I was there, who was I helping, and was it really worth the life I had given up?

The staff spends literally hours convincing us we’re not safe because we’re foreigners, but then insists we become one with our neighbors and for someone who is sometimes more literal minded than she cares to admit, this was a hard line for me to bridge. 

Here is the video I sent in to the RPCV Story Telling Contest, and the text you can tell I was reading below.


My Safe Space by Jessica Walker

The plumber was coming on a Wednesday. I had very little notice to clean my house. I tried to make my bed and do the dishes. I picked up all the cockroaches that lay dead on my floor, a vicious reminder to those who would come into my house later of what happens when they do. I had just finished a load of laundry in the tub. Most of it was hanging on the line outside, but I knew it wouldn’t be okay to put out my underwear, so they dried inside.

I scrubbed the toilet, and when I realized the stain that was there long before I arrived, was going to take more time than I had available, I sighed and headed off to school for the day.

When I came home that afternoon, my landlady stopped me.

“Neo! Have you ever seen a clean house? I asked you to clean, and your house, it was not clean! I was so embarrassed to have the plumber over. I told you he was coming! I asked you to clean the bathroom, and it wasn’t clean.”

“I am sorry mma, I did the best I could in the time I had.”

“Neo. Come here.” She brought me into her house, to her bathroom. She pulled out a scrubber and got on her knees. “This is how you clean, Neo.”

Frustrated, that I hadn’t even had time to set my bag down, I nodded. There was nothing for me to do about it.
“I’ll do better,” I said. I just wanted to go back to my house.  My safe space.

“Neo. You must clean that house! You see how I keep my house! I am too busy and it is clean. You must keep it clean or the Peace Corps will remove you from here. They will move you to a village without water, without toilets. Without electricity. Is that what you want? You have forty-eight hours to clean your house, or the Peace Corps will move you to the middle of nowhere with nothing and no one!”

The threat of eviction sparked an old fear I thought I’d long left behind. Those days when I had been homeless, and wasn’t sure where I would end up, how I would get to the next day, or where my next meal would come from. Suddenly I was blinded by the fear of the unknown, and being alone.

And so, I screamed back at her. “Okay! Okay! I’ll get it done! Leave me alone you bossy old hag!”

It was not my finest moment.

I finally made it into my house, and slammed the door, collapsing to the floor in a fit of tears. It was no longer a safe place, but a place that threatened my very livelihood.

It was particularly bad timing, this crying jag, because I promised a teacher I would meet her at the church in the middle of the village and take some photos for her. The church was in need of a roof. They had been building it for years, small donation after small donation at a time. The progress took so long that parts of the infrastructure were already coming apart, and it wasn’t close to being finished yet.

I could hear my landlady talking about me through my window, partly in English, partly in Setswana. “Why is Neo crying? What is there to cry over? Is she a child?”

Crying, publicly or at all is not common or acceptable in Botswana.

I grabbed my camera, and headed out down the red dirt road, tears still streaming down my face. My two favorite girls rushed up to the fence to get their high five hello, but all I could do through my tears was shake my head.

“Not today, bana.”

What would I do, I wondered. Where would I go? Surely, the Peace Corps wouldn’t remove me over a dirty house. Even if they did allow her to evict me, they surely wouldn’t make me switch villages over it, right?

As I passed the cow jail, the Kgotla, and then the little grocer, I tried to picture the worst case scenario. I would start over in a new village, perhaps one that another volunteer recently left, and try to finish out the next eighteen months there. I could do it. I would be alone, but I’ve been alone before. I could do it again. I didn’t spend ten years working to get enough experience to be accepted into the Peace Corps, just to give up when the house got too dirty.

A few teachers from the Primary school  were at the church when I arrived. They saw my tears, and without any question, they wrapped their arms around me, and held me there. They gave me comfort, and they let me cry.

So I did.

These women, I realized were more than just teachers at the school. They were my friends.  I wasn’t alone in my village and these women would be on my side in case of a fight. I wasn’t alone. It was one of those moments in life where you know nothing will ever be the same again. They saw me at my most vulnerable and accepted me with love and friendship, and in turn, my service became devoted to them and their school and their students.  My safe space.




Pre-Order the 7 Day Gluten-Free Start Guide

The contest for the 7 Day Gluten Free Start Guide Giveaway has ended, and the winners have been contacted. Thank you to everyone who entered. If you missed your chance, you can pre-order your copy here.

The 7 Day Gluten Free Start guide is a Slow Carb style meal plan designed to get you eating clean, whole foods, and removing excess sugars, and accidental cross contamination which can make you sick. If you have basic cooking skills, and you’re ready to to take control your health and your gluten free life, you have to check out this book. 

The difference between Slow Carb diets and Low Carb diets is just that; carbs. Slow carb diets encourages caloric intake from beans, legumes, and lentils. Low Carb diets allows for caloric intake of dairy (like cheese, sour cream, and heavy cream) but for those who have Celiac, consuming dairy can be particularly hard on the system. 

The 7 Day Gluten Free Start Guide has seven days of recipes that are simple and fun to prepare and are full of flavor. If you’ve been gluten free, but doing your best to stick to the Standard American Diet, stop right now! The Standard American Diet isn’t doing anyone any good! All of that processed crap is just keeping you sick. Now is the time to try something full of whole, fresh foods that are truly enjoyable. 

You can pre-order the 7 day Gluten Free Start Guide here. The Release date is July 25th, 2016.

How I am Reclaiming My Health

Since going gluten free, it has been a real struggle reclaiming my health, and trying to maintain the new lifestyle. Figuring out what I can and cannot eat is often like crossing a field of landmines. The regular size Hershey’s chocolate bar is safe, the the King Size is not. Cheerios claim to be gluten free and I just can’t tell if when I have a reaction, if it’s because the Cheerios process for eliminating gluten isn’t good enough, or if my body just doesn’t like oats at all. Things you would never guess had gluten do, like, Pepsi 1883, vitamin E, many other kinds of chocolate, candies, and gum. I have to try to read between the lines on the packages of toothpaste, OTC’s, and cigarettes. (Note:I don’t actually smoke, but I just found out that gluten can exist in the paper, and the cotton filter of cigarettes. Crazy!)


I share a kitchen, and if the other person in the home wants to have a bread, she has a bread. And crumbs get all over everything, but they’re so small I can’t see, and somehow I end up with headaches, and queasy stomachs, and a hulk like attitude about the sun shining too brightly. I can’t tell you how many times I wish I was making it up. That this was all in my head. Life would be so much easier if I could just eat whatever I wanted.


But I understand that is not how life works, and to be perfectly honest, I feel blessed to have this disease. Not all the time, mind you. But it is nice to have some required forethought into my meals. To really pay attention how food affects my body and my moods. To explore new types of foods. It is forcing me to reclaim my health, a health I hadn’t realized was so far gone until I was off the gluten.


Now my days are spent searching for recipes, meal planning, and trying to be intuitive with my cooking. I recently cut out dairy because I noticed how my mood depletes when I’ve ingested it, how my bowels seem to protest entry and exit simultaneously. Its not all about food though. I was left weakened by my experience, and gaining back my strength is something I have to focus on as well.


I try to limit my simple carbs these days. Sugar just slows me down. It also happens to be my favorite food group, so it’s not always the easiest thing, but I feel my absolute best, and cleanest when I’m on a low/slow carb meal plan. You can learn more about a slow carb diet here.


As previously mentioned, I’m training for the Denver Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon this fall, and I’m raising money for St. Jude Children’s Hospital because no family should have worry about how to pay for their child’s treatment. You can support this amazing cause here.

Playing with Dog:

Getting a dog was possibly the best decision I could have made coming home. No matter how hard life gets, or impossible things may seem, this little boy needs a damn walk, and good long belly rub. It’s hard getting caught up in your own life when you have someone dependent on you.


I chant the Daimoku, and when I do, I see and feel active change around me, and in me. Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo. It brings change, and clarity, and strength.


It’s so important to stay hydrated. I try to drink at least 3 20 oz bottles of water a day, and at least one of those bottles has a tablespoon of apple cider vinegar to help clear out the decay inside of me. Incidentally, drinking so much water has had a beautiful effect on my skin. Cleared it right up!


Are you on a mission to reclaim your health? What steps are you taking?

7 Day Gluten Free Start Guide Giveaway!

A couple of months ago, I joined a celiac support group on Facebook. Every day since, I’ve seen post after post of people asking, “is this gluten free?” or, “What do I eat now?” And more often than I would ever care to see, “Guys, it happened again. :(” These posts just kill me! Often, when people ask if its Gluten free, its some highly processed sugar laden replacement for the “real thing” because the Standard American Diet hasn’t already done enough damage.

There are more and more people being diagnosed every day with Celiac and non-celiac gluten sensitivity, and I decided I would try to do what I can with the knowledge I have, to help ease the transition. 

Enter: The 7 Day Gluten Start Free Guide. 

7 Day Gluten Free Guide

This book includes seven days of recipes of delicious and healthy foods that are easy to make. There is a lot of cooking involved, but I don’t want that to scare anyone off. Half the problem with The Standard American Diet is that it requires so little cooking on our part. 

When I came home from the Peace Corps, I got glutened even more often than while I was away. It was because I was desperate to include all the old foods into my life that I missed out on, and suddenly things that should have been safe, became landmines. Things like soy sauce, king size chocolate bars, ice cream, and assorted frozen foods became little bombs that would set me off. Learning to eat again was dangerous, and I realized that once I had gone gluten free in Botswana, I stopped eating all procesed foods. I only ate meat, vegetables and beans and I finally started to feel healthy. 

So please, if you’re interested in fixing your diet, consider using my new book, The 7 Day Gluten Free Guide to help get you started. 


To honor the publication of my new book, I’ve decided to have a giveaway! I’m giving away FIVE copies of The 7 Day Gluten Free Start Guide! Winners will be chosen at random, and there are several ways to enter!


First, You can tweet to your followers on twitter about the giveaway. You can do this every day during the contest.

Second, you can start following me on the twitter.

and Thirdly, you can visit my Facebook page and like it. Just leave a comment below saying you’ve liked my Facebook page. 

The contest will run form July 7th, 2016 to July 16th, 2016. Winners will be announced on July 18th, 2016,

The release date of The 7 Day Gluten Free Start Guide is July 25th, 2016, and you can pre-order it right now!.

Savvy? I hope we get a lot of entries, so make sure you tell your friends!


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Getting started as an Entrepreneur

For me, talking about going out on my own and being my own boss is possibly the most uncomfortable of any conversation I’ll ever have. I’m a secret entrepreneur. I don’t want people to know what I’m doing in my spare time, or why I’ve decided to forego the usual kinds of job. And I certainly don’t want to talk about what I’m doing instead.

Of course, rule number one in the Entrepreneur book is: Don’t be a secret Entrepreneur. If people don’t know what you’re up to, they’re not going to support you. If no one knows, no one buys. You starve. It’s simple math, really.

So, in that vein, I wanted to take some space on my blog to talk about my entrepreneur plans.

Inside business to business sales

I recently joined a start up to invite nonprofits to see if we can work together and create a partnership in marketing and fundraising. My specific job is to set up conference calls, and if they sign up, I earn a commission. It’s still very new, so I don’t have any statistics yet, but I think it has a great potential to change the way people think about fundraising. When I first came across it, I was really surprised, delighted, and thought to myself, “Now, why didn’t I think of that?”


Monetizing this blog

Occasionally I’m going to share links to companies or products that I’m in love with. If you click and buy, I earn a small commission from that purchase. I promise I’ll never share a thing I don’t see the value in, and wouldn’t/didn’t purchase myself. Between the Celiac/Gluten Free, Running, Writing, and exploring ways to earn money, there will be a variety of different products and services to share.


Real Estate

If you know me in person, you know that I’m studying to get my real estate license. I didn’t know when I signed up almost a year ago, how dry the content would be, and I have a lot of excuses as to why I haven’t finished it yet, but the fact of the matter is, is studying for the Real Estate Exam is just hard. It often takes people up to a year or more to complete their courses, and most people don’t pass the test the first time. Here would be a great time to insert which school I’m attending online, but I just promised I would only recommend products I believe in, and this is not one of them. Perhaps if I earn enough side money, I’ll sign up at a school that offers videos for learning.

This is going to be my main source of income. There is some crazy statistic that 1 in 4 real estate agents quit within the first 2 years because it’s too hard, or not lucrative enough. I promise you, I am not going to be one of them.



Writing has always been a passion of mine. I remember the first short story I ever wrote, about a bald eagle. It made me giggle. I wrote my first novel while I was in the Peace Corps. It’s called Sigh, Alaska and it might be veritable trash. I don’t really know. All I know is I was compelled to write it for nearly eight years, and it was a sweet relief to get it out of me.

I’m currently half way through the first book of a trilogy that I also started in the Peace Corps. It’s called As Good a Place as Any. I’ve stopped writing on it for now, but I’m thinking NaNoWriMo might get me motivated again. I plan to self-publish it, though I may send it off to a few agents/publishers first, just to see if it makes the cut.

I also plan to release a book of poetry, a Peace Corps memoir, and hopefully, a series about mermaids. Considering how slow I write (read: get distracted and don’t write), it’ll probably be a while before those come about.


And so, these powers combined, I’m going to become financially self-sufficient. I’ll keep you updated on my progress, let you know what’s working out and what isn’t. It’s not enough to just start the project. You have to finish it. Its not enough to just finish it. You have to tell people. You have to convince them of the value of your service or product. Every. Chance. You. Get.