Slightly over 6 months ago (on April 15 2012), I arrived in Montreal alone, broke, and homeless.
Now I am living in my own house, I have friends and a social life, and I'm still broke.
Here is what I’ve learned this past half-year about the realities of leaving your parents’ house and living on your own for the first time.
Note: Most of this advice gears towards living with very little money. If you want a job, it will be even easier.
Alright alright alright, I'm here. Ya happy?
Damn today was a good one. I stayed up late last night reading a lot of interesting stuff, mainly Colin Wright's Exile Lifestyle.
Wake up at 9ish, hit the hay for 8 more minute that pass by in 8 seconds, then ball up into Child's Pose for a bit till I wake up.
Mella's awake...and she's offering me breakfast! I'm up!
Head out, say hey, and chat with Jernej. Great talk, we decide to head to Sari Organics for brunch. We missed a meeting, but no biggie. Rescheduled without a problem. Still though, whoops.
Quick mini-post all you violin and music lovers will enjoy.
All this reading about Tynan's violin hobby reminded me of an AMAZING and really modern song by a few guys I now consider to be rockstars. Worth hearing ;)
When was the last time you saw that gorgeous girl walk by and didn’t say a word to her. Or when you had a great idea for an adventure that could improve your life, but decided against it because it was “too risky” (aka scary)?
What if you could make it so you never had to endure that again? Never had to ask yourself “what if?” before going back to a life that’s not as awesome as you know it could be.
What if you could have the courage to get what you really wanted?
In the end, these things are broken down into 7 Success Skills.
The Main Lesson:
Failure is mandatory, plan accordingly. To learn in the real world, you must fail. You must test your hypothesis and often find that it was wrong (and something else was right). So give yourself the ability to learn (and fail) continuously without getting distracted by things like running out of food. This will lead to a successful hypothesis which can then lead to money through passion.
“Experimentation takes time. It takes money. And it takes room to fall and to fail.”
I watched the cars zoom by, trying to forget the cold in my bare hand.
As a part of an experiment, I was testing to see if I was more likely to be picked up if I removed my hat and gloves.
The answer: Yes
A bald guy in a van drove by, and made a forward motion with his eyes, looking behind me and then back at me.
A note to self, that turned out to be a near universal truth to all young entrepreneurs.
No, I am not ahead of the game.
I do not have ample time.
Nothing is guaranteed.
Right now, nothing matters. The battery on my phone is running out. My coffee is growing cold. People might want to talk to me. Everything isn't perfect.
But none of that matters. Not for this 60 minutes.
For this 60 minutes, I am a writer. Do I have something to say? Maybe. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that I will write. For 60 minutes.
Why am I doing this?
Because I have failed myself so often that I can no longer trust myself not to fail. Because I no longer believe my own resolutions to myself.
This laziness problem of mine...it's not universal.
My 'save energy for the lion' hypothesis is being proven wrong.
See, people like Mella, like Jernej, like Michael...they don't stagnate. They rest, the recover, they rejuvinate. But they don't waste energy when it's plentiful.
I think I am an addict. A stagnation addict.
Even though I don't deeply enjoy being lazy, I still do it. I feel compelled to be lazy. It's just so easily accessable (if I have internet, I have an open portal to endless stagnation).
I did it. All of it. Everything I said I would do, and then some extra because it was cool.
Start off by doing lunch with friends. Then fought off the habitual urge to masterbait and instead took a 15 minute nap. Waking, attempting yoga, shower, reading for an hour, and planning my day.
Mid-planning, I shoot of the BTA FB post (the time was ripe).