The 5 a.m. Challenge – How to Get Up Early
Aug26

The 5 a.m. Challenge – How to Get Up Early

I work a full-time sales job, but writing is something I’ve always wanted to do. I always held the dream that someday I’d be a writer. It’s fun to play hypothetical “someday”, but there happen to be seven days in a week – someday just isn’t one of them.

I lead a pretty hectic lifestyle. I work a full-time sales job, ride motorcycles, go to the gym, hangout with friends, and manage this blog. That doesn’t leave me with much time to write.

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The Cold Shower Challenge
Aug19

The Cold Shower Challenge

How comfortable are you with discomfort?

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Mini Challenges Series- Challenges That Will Change Your Life
Aug18

Mini Challenges Series- Challenges That Will Change Your Life

Starting this week I’ll begin a series of mini-challenges. These are challenges you can do today with little or no preparation, just some guts.

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Why I’m Ashamed of My Past Work and Why You Should Be of Your’s Too.
Aug13

Why I’m Ashamed of My Past Work and Why You Should Be of Your’s Too.

I spun my wheels and made excuses not to write.

My brain, filled with cleverly crafted alibis, If only I had cool experiences to write about. I really wish more ridiculous and ironic things happened to me.

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7 Tips to Get Free From Debt
Aug06

7 Tips to Get Free From Debt

Editor’s note: I’ve known Jennika Weismer for over 2 years now. She is an amazing Registered Nurse and is actively working to become a Nurse Practitioner.
As my girlfriend, she has inspired me to lose weight, eat well, and get my ass in shape. She has been an integral part of my journey and I hope I have contributed to her life as much as she has mine.
This is her first blog post, she has shown amazing drive and determination to get free from debt. She wanted to share with you how she did it and wants to inspire you to handle this in your own life.
Take it away, Jennika.
 
 

7 Tips to Get Free From Debt

Written by a former credit card junkie

After graduating from nursing school, I was buzzing with anticipation of my first paycheck. I had thought about this moment for years while busting my ass for eight dollars an hour all throughout nursing school. Think of all the money. I was going to cash that bad boy and hit Michigan Ave hard. Dreams of new shoes and shiny Italian leather purses danced through my head.

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