I don’t feel like writing to you. Maybe it’s coz it’s just been a while. How am I supposed to keep being ok if I’m not ok with not being ok. I always feel like I’m at the precipice. My daily state has become more present — even if only slightly so. I want to do shrooms and just get lost and find something worth caring about. I suppose if I were to pinpoint some of the pain it’s due to a lack of purpose. Still, I’m glad I have a job I don’t abhor. I’m grateful.

I’m slowly regaining my health.

I need to be creative again though.

Writing, books, songwriting.

I need to make money.

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I care about little else. Is that so bad? Probably not.

I feel the pull to take it easy. If I am truthful, it is not slight. The chains of habit are to weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. I’ve been slothful most of my life. No need for agency — curiosity culled, dopamine dulled.

Something compels me to try. Maybe I’m finally tired of it: the grandstanding, the loss of meaning.

Maybe money will solve my money problems, which will propel me to see further up Maslow’s hierarchy.

Things I’d like (in order):

  1. Backin’ It: netting 100k annually
  2. Watch Trading Academy: netting 100k annually
  3. Getting an Aston Martin DBS Volante Black Carbon from 2012
  4. moving out to Austin or San Diego to set up home base there
  5. travelling and reading and writing and making songs

I mean I feel like at some point I need to focus on a business I really care about so I can integrate my lifestyle and live seamlessly. But for now, making money online, enough to live comfortably, is the bare minimum. $500k Net annual income by 2028.

$upercharged.