Keep Throwing Stuff at the Wall

My view is to keep throwing stuff at the wall until something sticks.  That’s a metaphor for finding the way out of poverty and shaping the potential for hitting the jackpot. But, to backtrack, I wanted to let you know that when we set a goal, it can start unraveling at hyper speed.

So, I had set a goal of beginning side gigs, and now articles on my cell phone constantly appear on the topic of side gigs.  I never intended for those articles to appear, but by setting the goal, side gig (and AI) articles are all I see.  So, what we set our minds on as goals, we see everywhere.

So, here is my side gig evolution has gone.

I set up my Fiverr store, and it looks compelling.  I have a great image and made a catchy, short video.  But then I noticed I wasn’t appearing in its search.  When I did appear, I received requests from two scammers in one day.  Fortunately, ChatGPT advised me on how to deal with them professionally, although my stress level shot up.

Let’s face it, we’re not going to make a million-dollar industry from selling print-on-demand cups, which I started setting up but ran into snags from Amazon.  We won’t make gazillions off it, as I’ve never heard of a self-made “print-on-demand cups” billionaire.  Well, we might, but I wouldn’t personally go that route.  And we won’t likely make millions selling on Fiverr, either, although anything is possible.  With these two gigs, I’ve been thinking as what the navy seal on the Truck Talk podcast calls a “broke turd.” So, instead, I will do what other side gig owners do to eventually earn millions in one month: start a women’s gym wear line.

I got this idea when I saw a story about a woman who started a clothing line and made nothing her first two or three years despite working 80 hours a week, but now makes million-dollar months and has eight figures in revenue.  So, I will work with ChatGPT to design the clothes and set up the online store.  I just need to secure buy-in from loved ones.

As a young girl, I spent years drawing fashions, as Papa didn’t have any toys but had ample office supplies.  I loved designing cut-out fashions like the cold shoulder.  But I have a secret weapon: extremely beautiful quotes made by a loved one.  We all have a secret weapon that could take us to greater wealth.

Also, if my full-time job’s upcoming launch goes well, I could manage my employer’s small business and take over a large part of its operations.  I would love to run and oversee a company, as this is a dream come true.  However, if the launch doesn’t go well, that will be a big blow to all my ambitions.  But with each closed door awaits an even more fantastic opportunity.  But each door that opens wider is a God-sent “mission” we are clearly fulfilling.

Lastly, I’m undergoing a sequence of testing for certification as a marriage counselor from an unaccredited foundation (I.e., as a relationship coach).  I know how to market myself to clients, and the foundation will market me, but I think I might seek to volunteer with the organization instead, although they’d receive half the funds I’d earn, which is an incentive, too.  My goal would be to guide clients toward the spiritual vision of unconditional love.  I’ve never done counseling before, so I’m not sure I’m cut out for it.  Or I might be spectacular at it.  But we never know our full potential unless we expose ourselves to new things.

I am also awaiting funding from three agencies for my documentary film idea.  However, it’s not a money maker—at least not yet.  It’s a labor of love to get the word out about unconditional love.  Once I get good at making documentary films, I can start generating a return on investment.

So, those are my gigs in progress.  I’m also taking a class during nights and evenings, so I get seven hours of sleep each night and am starting to grow exhausted.  But when we throw lots of things at the wall until something sticks, there is always a flashlight for a clear path, perhaps the subject of another article: time management.

When we keep throwing things at the wall, eventually, something sticks.  And that could be our ticket out of poverty into a quarter million or more annual salary—and all our missions accomplished.