When I met you, I was naked…

I have met a few people this year. Some which passed by without a stir and some which have shocked me greatly. I believe though, above and beyond anything, I have shocked myself greatly, because I showed up naked at times and at other times I would have been happy to be naked. No my darlings, I did not show up in the nude. I was just bare to my soul and happy to be so. Much more tantalizing, don’t you think? Nudity is an over exploited part of Hollywood and I abuse it in my headlines…

So anyhow…in all my nakedness I met a lot of people. Now the fascinating thing is I met famous people, I met rich people, I met personal development gurus and I met, let’s say, rivals in love (although I don’t really think you can have rivals in love…love is what it is and will be what it already is….the rest is just confusion – ego, thoughts, behaviors…whatever….but you may have to sort out the ego, thoughts and behaviors…). And as I stood there naked to the core, sometimes shocked beyond belief, my thoughts were: “I’m happy to be me.”

That I was happy to be me is the really, really incredible bit. I did not want to become like them, even if they had things I desired. I wasn’t floored and awed either. Me, little me that usually gape at successful people in awe, was not floored. Nor did I want to suck up to them in any way. Because I was happy I was no longer desperate to have what they had – i.e. I had no need to suck up to them – if I was going to get it, it would be on my terms and if that wouldn’t work…then I’d rather be single, penniless and unknown. Of course, I rather think it’s up to me to change all that, but I don’t feel inferior without it, or like I need it to be happy. To me that’s massive because I have spent a lifetime sucking up to others, wanting their approval, or wanting what they had, thinking “it would make me happy.”

I guess it was the realization that people who I have always looked up to, may not be that happy after all. They may have succeeded in one way or another, but their interiors are still a mess. And I wouldn’t want to exchange my new-found happiness for any of that. Nor would I want anything that isn’t in harmony, or resonating with that.

I still want to find fame (i.e. outreach), fortune (to be able to realize various pursuits) and love (dah), but it will be on my terms….or well – all things are two, or more energies coming together to form a third, so there will be co-operation. I’m just no longer a slave to where I want to go in life, or what I want out of life. The difference is simple. Say I’m in love with a man. I love this man. I 100% wanna be with him, but what he offers me in the form of a relationship is not what I want – whether he wants an open relationship, isn’t prepared to be honest with me, or just isn’t that into me (or whatever, we all have different wants). Then I won’t have it. I doubt I will be in love with a man who doesn’t offer me roses if I’m offering myself roses because of resonance, but you get what I’m on about. Either we settle on terms that are good for all, or we both sort out our internal roses and then talk about it, or we don’t settle at all.

In the past I would have gotten frustrated if I didn’t get what I want, now I look to myself, because I believe in resonance. If life isn’t offering me what I want, then what is it I’m not giving myself? Love perhaps? I simply believe if you love yourself and your heart is open, what resonates with you will come to be – in life, in business, in love. And I’ve never been at that point before because when I want something I want something and I’ve sacrificed myself to get it which has led to disaster after disaster, because obviously it wasn’t right, it wasn’t resonating with me. As my friend says: “Learn to use your hands and you won’t be desperate for a man. If a man ain’t treating royal P like royal P, he ain’t gonna get royal P.” This makes me laugh till I cry, but she has a point…

When I want something I give all of me – believe me neither man, nor business opportunity will pass me by without me giving my all (and maybe for the first time I am giving my all, not just my energy and determination, because I’m fine with who I am so I don’t feel a need to protect myself…or well, there are a few areas left…), but that’s it. That’s all I can do. I can’t manipulate events in my favor. I don’t want to. I want what’s true to my core to be part of my life. The rest is not gonna make me one ounce happier anyway. That doesn’t mean I don’t get angry, frustrated, or upset when things don’t go my way -  I can swear and sometimes for a long time, but it means I return to my core, to my calm, to love and to letting things flow. I go back to me and look at if I have to let go of ego, thoughts and behaviors. And I feel calm because I have faith that if I set myself free and I love, it will all be fine. When the time is right, the right things will enter. And in the meantime I’m just jumping around naked, happy to be me. You should join me – it’s like being a toddler again – total freedom.

Living ‘the tease’ in striptease…

Some dreamers do. That make them stand out from those that only dream. I was writing this in response to some Jared Leto blog yesterday that I stumbled across on Facebook. He had written a few words about Jobs. Having written that I dropped my Blackberry into my tea and realized it was time to get an iPhone. The funny thing is I told my biz partner I will get it as soon as we set up our bank account so that I can get it through the business. This means I now have to make sure that the bank account gets up and running immediately. My ten pound phone that will be the BB replacement for now is truly horrendous. There are a lot of other things I also have to tend to. There are a lot of things to do to make the dream come true. And it’s easy to get side-tracked when you are tired and working on a million other things, just to make life go round. That’s why you need inspiration that’s stronger than your wish to sit on your ass. That’s why it’s important to look at people like Jobs, because they inspire you and their path gives you ideas of how to walk yours. They give you the courage to go beyond your inhibitions and make your fantasies a reality.

And I’m not talking about making millions, that’s a by-product if you are lucky, I’m talking about living your dream every single day. Making your dream come alive. Making your state of mind that of a pursuer, an adventurer, one who lives life to the full. Right now. This moment.

Thanks to those that makes the world a better place to be by making their dreams come true and living every day like it were their last. Those that share their passion with the world at large and those they care for. Those that say “I love you” to their life and their loved ones every day. Those that dare to not only dream, but do.

Don’t just tease – live the tease…

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” — Steve Jobs

Sorry darling, I just can’t have sex tonight because…

Love...sex...love...sex...love AND sex...

So, I always liked a man who didn’t take no** for an answer…I’ve always had this idea that a man needs to conquer me, but once he has me…well, I’m his. Game over (…or well: more interesting games begin…). And if he likes to keep playing with someone who’s hard to get, he has to look for new pastures. Sometimes I feel this is wrong – I should keep playing a game to keep someone on their toes, so I get to keep them. I mean if they are amazing, then you should want to keep them right, and if you know how to, then why not? That’s not my true wish though – I want both an amazing man AND an amazing relationship. However, I have this automatic “Oh, I should just please…” reaction so that I can keep something I like – basically I compromise my own ideals in favor for keeping a friend, lover, or business deal, because I value said friend/lover/business deal more than my own needs/wants. It’s not right to do that though, because I’m not staying true to me then and I’m never satisfied. We only ever get what we truly want when we are truly true to ourselves.

As long as this mentality to please is in me I will continue to meet people who want me to be something I am not. That’s what I put out there, so that’s what I get in response. I mean if someone sees a jacket that has the label “suitable for sun, rain and snow,” they will buy that jacket thinking it’s suitable for sun, rain and snow, not knowing that the jacket would prefer to only be suitable for rain.

I’m starting to learn to set my boundaries, not accepting something I kind of want instead of waiting for something I truly want, as well as KNOWING what I truly want. There was a time when I didn’t know. Now I know more what I want in life AND I’m starting to believe that I’m valuable enough to get it. That means I don’t settle for something that kind of fits, just because it feels like something instead of nothing. Sometimes we need stepping-stones, but that’s different from settling for a permanent “not too bad” deal.

I learnt a lot from one of my biz partners, Em, last year as I have a way of selling out that’s not at all like her. When someone impresses me with something, I want it. And I want it so bad I give away too much. For example I may very well compromise the way I want to run the company in exchange for an investment from company X. In a word: belittle myself in front of them. Em is more like: “let’s value our own talents for a while. Think about what we truly want. And trust that sooner or later, when we are ready for it, it will show up. We may have to do more on our own without this amazing assistance, but at least we will get it done our way.” She has patience, whereas I stomp ahead and want to make things happen as soon as possible, even if that means settling for less than what I want.

I used to be impatient like that in love as well…I didn’t really know what I wanted, I didn’t really distinguish love from flings – one thing could lead to another and I started in whatever end…I wanted a relationship, but maybe just some sex would be good whilst waiting? And why wait and see if you loved them and they loved you…you could just have some fun in the meantime… Now, thanks to an experience I had last year, I’m like “If I don’t love you and you don’t love me, why would I be making love to you? It’s not the magical experience I’m looking for, so…” As a friend of mine says: “Royal P.” You don’t get Royal P for no reason. Get my point? If you just want sex it’s a different game, as it has nothing to do with making love and everything to do with a yummy indulgence that has no restrictions apart from safety. You don’t need to be in love, or be loved…you just need attraction. …and sometimes…yummy indulgences are hard to resist (something reminded me of this today), but if you take your eye off the ball…

Of course there are always compromises to be made – you have to understand reality. My principal always used to say: “Romeo may have wanted four children and Juliet five, but they were still madly in love.” And as I said: stepping-stones.

In a way this is about knowing what you want (sometimes our minds are clouded by pre-conceptions…make sure you don’t say no or yes to anything before you are clear on what you are wanting!). In a way it’s about making sure you know what you are buying into when you sign the deal. In a way it’s about knowing your own value, knowing you can get what you want and therefore be willing to accept no less. In a way it’s about patience – you may have to wait a bit longer to get the whole cake instead of just a slice…but if you keep eating slices you are likely to miss the whole cake! And in a way it’s about being clear about what you are offering – don’t offer pennies if you want dollar bills in return. You can’t demand of others what you are not willing to give, or what you haven’t clearly stated you are looking for. A lot of things get lost in translation (and deal making) if you aren’t clear about things.

Hmm so yeah…I’m waiting to be conquered by a strong man and a few strong business deals…in the meantime I will…I will…I will…use your imagination to figure that one out… (Life’s filled with splendid things to do, don’t you think???….)

(P.S. I know I have blogged about this before, but some point I need to make more than once so that I get them myself…)

**With “no” I mean no as in two people have chemistry and in the beginning you are just checking each other out right?! Trying things on… And underneath that there is that “Can I have you? Do you want me? Do I want you? Can you have me?” thing going on. And at some point I just assume that the guy will make a decision he shall have the girl and do his darndest best to get her. And that could be anything from “I will just kiss you now, I don’t care what you say” to taking charge in some other way. Of course said man needs to keep his senses alive: if he senses there is no interest at all, there is no game…then a no is a no. There is a huge difference between fluttering your eyelids and saying no with a smile and the mental action “I invite” and staring someone blank in the eye and giving a straight forward no. Besides in most of this is not about verbal yes and no:s. It’s about a man taking charge in one way or another. It’s not about overruling REAL wishes, it’s about taking charge.

…well, then it’s time to shag ‘em…

When you read Cherry Clitoris instead of Cherry CLAFOUTIS…well, you know you’ve had a long day! (It was next to the post about making lust last…in all fairness…) All days seem like long days now: trans-Atlantic moves give you a few items on your “to-do” list, plus I’ve just started working again for one of my biz partner’s companies, I am dealing with my own company and Two Naked Blondes & Co. (now that Em and I are in the same town that gets more priority), I have this blog, I really prefer cooking my own food (well, salads at least don’t need the cooking) and as I have promised myself not to be as much of a workaholic as I am (uhm) I have prioritized meeting up with good friends as well. In a word: I’m busy…and I love it! It has made me ponder a few things though…

Being this busy and sometimes feeling like I’ve run out of words I came to the conclusion that sometimes other things than words are needed. Like you just have to shag someone when you have gone through all the uhhh…verbal foreplay, shall we say? At other times you just need to hug someone, or hold them for a while. That’s another thing: being back here I have a chance to hug a bunchload of people that I could only see through skype before. Or cook them a meal. Or take a stroll in the sunshine (well, it was sunny. Now it’s more like thundery…exciting…!!!) You know: do something real. That feels fantastic. Wonderful. There is something different with human contact. If you love someone, being in their presence is a gift.

For me, personally, sometimes I also feel like I need to do something other than write. Words are great – it’s wonderful to play with them, share stories, etc. and the more I deal with them, the more I learn to handle them. However, I chose to become a actor/director/producer/entrepreneur for a reason: I wanted to tell stories using all mediums, not just one. I often carry a camera with me everywhere I go. I love to tell stories with food. I have a passion for scrapbooking and painting. I love to dance. I admire companies that offer you an experience, not just a product. Since I was a kid I have been partaking in every fine arts and performing arts activity I’ve come across. Now being back here I’ve decided I’m gonna learn the tango, do jazz again and go back to painting/drawing. So, yesterday I went to an art supply store that had a sale on and topped up my supplies. My thought is this: instead of just blogging using words, I will start using images. Whether photography, or my own art, there will be a picture and then a few words. Not every day, but some days.

Right, I’m off to hug my pillow and dream about shagging Mister Right…I’d just like him to be real soon, so I could have a real hug… (Did I say that out loud? I’m getting corny…or maybe I always was…I think I like it…)

A picture may say more than a thousand words at times, at times a thousand words would say more I’m sure, but neither words, nor images can sum up a person…you have to somehow experience them through their words and images…

Is being an entrepreneur sexy???

It’s Easter. I’ve spent most of the weekend working on my biz. The one I wish I was working on exclusively, instead of having to put up with another job. Last week I almost got fired for mispronouncing a name. Got me thinking about what business is really all about.

With the years I have learnt a lot from my studies, whether in school, or on my own and from the people I have surrounded myself with. Basically I have learnt a lot about business. I have learnt the game of making money. Yet, is that what business is all about? Truly? The CFO will say yes. Of course you need assets to operate. You can’t create clothes if you have no fabric, or employ people if they have no salary. Nor can you keep working on your business to evolve it unless you have the means to do so. However, what purpose does your business serve? Does it fill a need? Do you SERVE the people working for you? Do you SERVE your customers? Are they there for you, or are you there for them? Or are you just there to try to make people buy a product they don’t need so you can make money and show off? They say any good business solves a problem for people, but I doubt that the new plastic jewelry collection, made with poisonous material, created by slave workers will truly solve a problem. It may satisfy people’s egos to own the new trinket…and the owner may become a millionaire and the world will admire him/her for having created something no one needs and made a fortune out of it…but seriously?

And those cheap cotton clothes we buy to save our earnings from being spent…well they may solve our problem, but cotton pesticides are one of the largest pollutants on the planet, creating another problem. Smart business cheap, nice looking clothes. Not so smart for our health. We vote with our cash. A business will no longer exist if no one puts cash into it. Even if we can’t afford all organic, we can buy one organic thing a month, right? One Fairtrade one? One that donates proceeds to a worthy cause?

We may not be able to do everything, but we can do something.

What’s more…all these big corporations: they literally rule the world. Power is where cash, or weapons are. People complain a lot about corporations. Yet, where do they go for their morning coffee? Their frozen yoghurt? Their clothes shopping? To the big brand names. I respect some big brand names, I really do. They have built trust. They have created something worthwhile. They have amazing people making up their organizations. And if an organizations is good…well, then it should grow. Last week I went to fix my Macbook for free. I raved about customer service, shop design, innovative ideas…on and on the list went and I usually go hallelujah when I fly Virgin as well, or shop at Whole Foods. Yet, it cannot be denied that large corporations make it harder for the smaller ones, but not everyone wants to be an entrepreneur either and some markets are obviously more suited for the smaller entrepreneur.

All entrepreneurs and corporations are fighting for their place in the game, preferably as the ruler of their niche. But what’s the fight about? A better world, or a bigger ego? I know, I know – business is all about growth, the economic system and blahdejahde…but what about us? What about this planet? Have you seen The Company Of Men? It’s an interesting take on modern-day America.

I guess the bottom line is this: are we here to serve each other and the planet, or just ourselves? Are we giving, or are we taking? What are the long-term solutions that will make us feel good about ourselves and grow a future for the following generations and for this planet? What are we striving for? What is our purpose? If we have free will, which, potentially, we do, then we choose that. We choose our purpose. We choose if we are here to conquer the world to look great, or if we are here to give as much as we can in our lifetime.

The truth about sex…

...or maybe love 'n' rock 'n' roll???

I mean after all this blogging about sex I just have to give you the truth…wrapped up in a sexy, funny cover as always. I believe that’s my trademark. So here it comes peeps…ready?

I have met a lot of former addicts. Don’t ask me why. They tend to flock to me. Maybe because I hardly drink, I never smoked and I never did drugs. I’ve never had a hangover in my life. I’m a health freak and somehow I still manage to have a blast on the dance floor and I never have trouble with people’s opinion about my life choices. I have met so many people who have told me they can’t live like me because, what would their mates at the pub say? You know what? They don’t give a damn about your lifestyle, so long as you DON’T feel inferior about it, or judge others for their choices, and you prove you can still have fun with them. And they will invariably believe that your cranberry juice is a cranberry and vodka…

I used to be very addicted to success and artistry though. To hard work and to beauty and all other magical things in life. Like Michael Jackson I used to run around talking about “the magic, the beauty…” Yet, I was always sad. I felt broken on the inside, so I tried to fill the outside with beauty, with good times, what have you. To lose myself from the not so cool parts of my life at the time. So I can relate quite a lot. You can be addicted to other things than drugs, that’s for sure. (On the plus side I found out many things in life I love and am truly passionate about.)

I also used to get quite floored by successful people, until one day a man sat in my lap telling me that if he ever “only” made 100-150k a year he might as well kill himself. I began to see the other side of success. Brilliant minds will continue to fascinate me. People who think out of the box, people who have a vast knowledge about things, or people who understand something really well are incredibly stimulating to be around and can teach you a lot. A lot. However, if it comes together with a longing for success, so as to cover up some broken part of their heart…then the success will never make them happy. It will keep their ego afloat, but it won’t make them happy. And if they lose the success… (As I wrote that I almost kicked down my Buddha figure by mistake…ahem…)

Happiness is a lot more attractive than an outer shell. Yes, people who can make enough money to look after themselves are nice. They can survive. It brings you peace of mind. People who are aiming for success for the sake of success though…they are usually not happy. They don’t love themselves as they are, unconditionally. They think that only if they achieve this or that, whether that be being an athlete, or becoming a millionaire, or getting married…whatever, then they will love themselves.

When you feel lonely, or unloved, or inferior, or like you are untalented, or simply not accepted for one reason or another, as human beings we tend to want to fill that void…that not so happy feeling, or emptiness with something else. That’s why people who fall in love when they aren’t whole in themselves end up “needing” their partner in a way that’s more than satisfying the part of you that longs for a happy relationship, sharing life, love and sex. Instead it’s…a drug. Just like chocolate, instead of being a pleasure, becomes a drug. And so does sex, alcohol, work, exercise…what have you. It is something that takes us away from what we feel is a thorn in our heart. Or it’s things that make us relax so we forget about the thorn and fit in without feeling uncomfortable.

“If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen for you, to you and because of you.”~ T. Alan Armstrong

Maybe because I used to have a broken ego, I used to feel uncomfortable around people, I used to feel unloved, I used to think love was conditional and I used to lose myself in other things…maybe that’s why I meet all these people. To see myself and love myself, because believe me – even if I can see someone having more issues than the PR offices of Tiger Woods…I can still love them. Because I do see their beauty. They do make me smile. They are incredible people. They are just…a tad blind to their own wonder.

“Touching someone’s heart for a mere second; can touch their soul for a lifetime.”~Jody Patterson

For all the personal development I have studied and success theories I have heard…I believe happiness is love (inside) and I believe success (outside) is creating a life you love…but it starts with love on the inside. With being happy just being, because circumstances will keep changing; that’s life.  …and I believe good sex is due to outside factors…common ideas about what you want in bed, a partner who touches you in a way you enjoy (there’s a difference between the “soft lover” and “the big bear hugs person”), a person whose body turns you on…and good lovemaking is about the inside factors (complimentary purposes and values in life, a true love of one another, a wish to truly be together; mind, body and spirit, speaking each other’s love languages so you feel the love in a way you understand, a wish to blend together as one).

For all the gorgeous people in my life: I love you sooooooooooo much!!!!!!! And to all the people on here: thank you so much for your comments, support and smileys

Those big, muscley arms…

Sometimes, like after spending about 60 hours tearing my hair out over a business plan, I wish I had a shoulder to lean on. Some arms to jump straight into. Someone to tell me that I’m OK, even if I just created a monster instead of a cash cow.

I just sent the biz plan for Two Naked Blondes & Co. to four people whom I greatly respect. Now, waiting for the feedback is kinda like: will they tell me I’m crazy? Or that it’s viable? What are the lessons gonna be? And how am I gonna adjust that into the plan, or my life? How will that affect what I do next with my career? How will I feel if I don’t get their “approval”? How will I know that they understand our vision, or are looking at it from the right perspective? What do I truly think about it and how to best go about it? How will this affect me and Em in the long run?

How much is your own ventures worth? Should I just get a job as a runner and make movies in my spare time? Write a few books? Chill. Go partying instead of writing business plans. But then I always preferred making a movie to watching one, being on set to being in my couch, or in a nightclub…to me work was always play. And I have suffered in the last few years when I created ventures too big to pull off easily and sat planning instead of doing what I love: leading projects – whether business ventures, or movies/theater. That was my “I’m just going to London now, so that at least I can put on SOMETHING moment” last week. Yet, going back to London may hurt more than it heals.

How do I learn from my mistakes and move forward to create the life of my dreams? So much to think about and play with.

My principal always told me I had more questions than there were answers. That I managed to break things down to the point beyond reason…think I may have done so today, but I feel like I’m cleaning up my act. Becoming a realist. And it feels good. Like I will actually accomplish something once again.

Now I’m gonna toss myself into the arms of the neighbor’s dog!!!

Me and the doggy!!!!

Weekend shags…

A great idea is fabulous. A non executionable idea is not fabulous. Now the question is, how important is it for you to execute your idea? What are you willing to do and sacrifice? And most importantly, how are you turning it into an executionable idea? How do you move it from mind to matter?

I get very tired of myself sometimes. I am an “in the clouds” person. All my friends joke about how fast my thoughts move. The problem is that my mind is usually ten step ahead of reality. And as soon as I take another step, my brain takes two. It’s like having a bulldozer sniffing out fifteen different paths at once. And often it leads to confusion and me standing doing fuck all. There are too many options, the road is too long…what have you. A classic me thing is to plan to put together such an extraordinary handmade present for someone, which is so complicated it would take forever to get it together and then in the end I have nothing. It was too big a task. No time. It’s better to buy a present in that case. At least it’s a present.

My intention for today is to do things that create real results, not airy fairy results. I have come to a point in my life where I don’t have time for fucking about anymore. It’s like weekend shagging. In the end, what’s it gonna give you? A hope that you’ll pull again next week at a different club? What is it you want for the future? If it’s more weekend shagging, then your focus is in the right place. If not…time to move on.

It’s the same as having a flirt with someone. It’s all nice. And you kinda get hooked on the flirting. It’s fun. In the end, what do you want though? Is this person gonna give it to you? If you don’t know, keep exploring. If the answer is that they are a flirt and nothing but a flirt…move the heck on. If the answer is that you want to be with them: do something about it. Say what you need to say. Test he waters (avoid the tsunamis…you can’t usually go from a-z in one move). It either works or it doesn’t. Then you will have your answer and you will be free to move on with your life on your terms.

Real freedom doesn’t come from having nothing to do. Real freedom comes from doing what you love.

Just like having too much food, having too many ideas can make you…lazy…

Talking anal sex…

Right now I can see my dad in front of me going: “Maria, you didn’t??!!!??!!!” Yes daddy, I did. No…I’m not talking about anal sex just now. I mean, I wouldn’t discuss that with my dad (but more about the topic later). What I’m talking about is my own blonde dizziness.

Sometimes being a dizzy blonde is cute. It’s cute when I see a gorgeous bloke and almost fall into a swimming pool, or mix up all my words when I talk to a hottie. It may even be cute when I “burn the water” (although our pots dislike me for it). It’s less cute when I make mistakes such as running out of gas and almost end up being towed away because of it. Or missing a flight, because somehow I mixed up all the check-in times and boarding times and what have you. It’s also less cute when you just discovered that the gig you thought you had next weekend, which would pay for next month, in fact is…next month. And when you just graduated from Uni and have no savings, such news are…no good. You have two weeks to figure out how to pay the rent. Good news is I have plenty of gigs next month, but that doesn’t help this month. I’m not that faced by the money, really. My friends promised to pay me up front should they not get me another gig this month. But the fact that I did what I did??? Heaven help me, seriously.

This is where my dad comes into the picture. My dad is a business man. And God knows he did his best to raise me into a prim and proper woman. I fear I failed to become one as soon as he might have wished, I did start to see his point of view somewhere along the way though.

As an actor, entrepreneur and life coach I bump into a lot of people living for a dream (they are all hoping to go to the pool parties in Cali and have threesomes…j/k…). A dream they hope will become reality. They all talk about when one day they will own a yacht. Or be billionaires, or whatever it may be. Now, I love people with dreams. One thing I do try to tell them though is that life is here and now – don’t live for tomorrow’s destination, but for today’s journey. However, nor shall you fool yourself to think that life is only about today. If you think you can’t survive paying next month’s rent…something’s gotta change if you want to become a billionaire.

If you are making zero from your art, your passion project, what have you, right now, how do you plan to make billions from it in a few years? This is where creating an action plan comes in (yes, we all know I love them). Start the easy way. Make a dollar within the next three months. Then another. And another. Market your little ass off. Yes, this is difficult as an artist sometimes. Even as an entrepreneur, or life coach. Why? Because you are marketing yourself and that takes balls. I am still uncomfortable doing it. It took me a wake-up call like today to make me move my own sweet ass. I feel I impose on people, I might not be good enough a coach, good enough an actor, good enough a business woman. Sod it. I’m gonna start making money from my projects. Now. Right this minute. I plan to cash in within three months. There is no reason why I should spend ten hours a day working on things that don’t pay off. The funny thing? If I was coaching someone else I swear I would get them to do the things I’m not doing myself. Why? Because then I wouldn’t be scared. It wouldn’t be me putting myself out there.

My dad thinks my dizziness is unbelievable. He once stated he didn’t think he would survive if he lived like I do. He still believes I’m a really cool kid though that will go and make my fame and fortune. So it’s about time I left some of my shyness behind and went out to make daddy proud of me. Making a dollar from my own projects would be a start. He once gave me a long speech about the time I invest in this blog and the return on investment (ROI). I was like “But daddy, people read it, don’t you get it? They read MY words.” He was like: “So what are they paying you for it?” He might have had a point. Although my words on here will remain free for all, I do need to weave it into a business. I am. I was just a tad scared. Scared to be seen as someone wanting to make a profit out of themselves. Well dah. That’s what every bloody person on this planet does.

Do jolt your plans down on a piece of paper folks. And get a diary. It helps… Only yesterday I realized that I have 11 months till my visa expires. Then what? Do I have a plan? Mhm. Either I stay here or I go back to London/Paris….or Africa. I’m still not sure, but I’m jolting down my options, my economic plan and start refreshing my French as of today.

And about anal sex…yesterday a friend of mine managed to wake me up and get me out of bed (…he has a way of putting fire up my….I mean, make me move) with a skype call and I don’t really know how it happened, but we ended up talking anal sex, over a cup of tea. Naturally, we were totally civilized. Nothing like a spot of tea to keep that stiff upper lip in place.

Anal sex is a topic that has gained a fair amount of attention in the media…possibly because some people think you are a no fun goody-good girl if you’ve never had anal sex. Others think anal sex is disgusting just because…well, you know why. I think people should mind their own business. At least when it comes to matters where there are no right, or wrong. Don’t rain on someone else’ parade. Encourage them instead to be the person they truly want to be. And that’s just what I have to tell myself when I do business: it’s a learning curve. I will figure it out as I go along. People’s opinions and my marketing skills will show up as sales statistics, but I am alright even if I don’t make a million day one. I have to start though. Today. Right here and now. And if I can’t make a living out of it…then it’s time to change the game plan! Life is to be enjoyed, not to be fret about.

As for what me and my friend think about anal sex… I can’t really give you our opinions on the subject matter, because, well that isn’t fair, now is it? But he promised me to guest blog on here…so there’s still hope for you all…his manners are much worse than mine, you see. I’m sure he’ll tell you all my dirty secrets. Just please don’t tell my dad.

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I knew you wanted to talk dirty…

How did I know? I don’t know, but I just knew…because who doesn’t like all things dirty? Chocolate mudcake, mud fights, jumping in puddles, licking a spoon filled with chocolate, love (I don’t get what’s dirty about it, but I do understand that good sex is dirty…I mean that kind of dirty…)…did I mention whipped cream?  So yes, dirty is the way…

Having reached the magic number of 30,000 hits, I am currently stepping up the marketing campaign and adding some perks to this blog…a few products are under way…well one in particular and I’m looking for partners in crime (JV:s, Affiliates), guest bloggers (even if you just have this one story in your heart which you long to tell…let me know!!!), regular bloggers and other dirty talkers to join the parade. People who love personal development the blonde sexy way; filled with humor and without the BS. If this is you, please send a dirty proposition to me (warning: anything which contains messages of an over the top sexual nature, or propositions to market boob or penis enlargements, as well as MLM will be erased). You can reach me on Facebook, or on Twitter. You can join me on Digg, you can skype me, or txt me, or call me, or poke me…email me, most definitively. You could even knock on my door, or send me a snail mail *sigh* What beautiful days when one still got handwritten letters!!I still write them, but most people seem to have given up *second sigh*

So yes, do get in touch and we will see if we have anything dirty in common.

NB: As you have probably understood by now a good sense of humor is required. A heart is a must. A desire to make the world a better place strongly encouraged.