Putting an End to Procrastination

Bike week money, made this in one week

One of my biggest crutches is that I’m a procrastinator.  So many instances where things could have been 10 times easier and I just put it off.  For no reason other than my own laziness.

For a half a year, Chelsea and I drove around pulling over and charging our phones.  Everywhere I would go, I’d say, “I don’t have a car charger”  or tell the boys on trips to deal with the radio stations because I don’t want my phone to die.

The last time I went to have my car serviced, I asked the guy to check out the fuse box so I can charge my phone again.  Do you know why I haven’t had a car charger?  There was a penny…A penny stuck in my charging port..lol

Something so simple that could have made life so much easier and I chose to make it much more difficult by putting it off.

Last night I got a notification on an older photo from my Instagram. The photo was myself laying in a hammock at my fathers house.  It says it was posted 96 weeks ago.  I remember that moment.  I remember that photo.  It was a very significant moment and one that I completely put off.

So much has happened in a year and half, it feels like 3 years.  But just 96 weeks ago according to Instagram, I had recently left my husband, recently became a stripper again and lived with my dad.  I didn’t have my “Gypsie wagon” yet and I was borrowing my fathers pick up truck in order to drive to Daytona every Friday and Saturday night to work at Lollipops.  Spending my week days laying around reading financial books.

Instagram photo where my financial seeds were planted

In that hammock I read David Bach’s, Start Late, Finish Rich…it was an amazing read.  I was inspired.  I wanted to strip and I wanted to get rich doing it and write a book teaching other girls how to do the same thing.

Life happened and other missions took precedents.  Everything does happen for a reason because at that time in my life I was not emotionally stable.  I didn’t love myself.  I wasn’t happy with Candice.  If I did get rich, I would have used my money as a false sense of happiness.  I see it all the time.  You can’t buy happiness, you can just buy things and find that they don’t work and buy more things….only to find that doesn’t work either….then you buy more things..before you know it, you have a bunch of shit and you have to pay for a place to put all of your shit that doesn’t really make you happy.  Well I got rid of all my shit…but had to learn the hard way…. Now I’m reminded of my first desire to write a book on the industry and I’m ready.

No more procrastinating.

I’ve found self love

I’ve found internal happiness

Now I need to master my biggest and most challenging of challenges

Money management and personal finances

***So all you money guys who know about these thing, hit me up via email or messenger…I’m ready to listen…all knowledge is good knowledge***

I had to go through all I went through so I can incorporate “what not to do” into teaching “what to do”

The reason I know this will be so successful is because I don’t give two shits about money.  I am completely 100% happy with myself and my life. I can stay right here in Key West, where I am now and be just fine. The money is just extra and I throw it away all the time only to be broke again.  So now, I just need to find a full proof way to make the most money in the shortest amount of time as a dancer…and I have but I can’t tell you everything here, or I won’t sell any books.

The best way I can describe a strippers lifestyle to a non dancer is this…It’s like getting your tax return every other week or once a month.  Seriously.  The work is strenuous, so we only go when we need to.  We make a bunch of money really quick and spend it all until we’re dead broke….hood rich

No more….The research stage starts now.  I’m taking my Random Acts and hitting the road.

Talking about procrastination, it’s so funny, I went and got myself a bank account.  Yes I said it, a big girl bank account.  Here’s why that’s so funny.  After my divorce, I just had my paypal.  I would load money on my PayPal re-loadable master card and make excuses for not having a bank account.  I was in the mindset that for some reason or another that getting an account was a difficult task.

For over a year I talked about going thru bankruptcy.  My credit declined from divorce and bad decisions.  I have no credit card debt and my credit is only jacked up from negligence, so I decided it had to be bankruptcy.  Thanks to being a procrastinator, I never filed. I  just kept meeting the right people.  Gaining knowledge and realizing all I needed to do was change my thinking pattern.

All the headaches I’ve had over the past year caused by not having a bank account, made my life so complicated and all I had to do is walk in with just $100.00 and say.  I’d like to open an account.  That’s it…that easy.  Fuck I’m getting a migraine thinking about the things I’ve done last year.

I never did that because I was aware I was in checksystems and refuse to pay the money back because it’s not my fault.  Long story there but short version of it is, I can be too trusting.  Which I don’t care and I’m not changing who I am just because other people aren’t as good.  I need the bad lessons, they teach me. Even if it’s not my fault, it is my fault because I allowed it to be.

Then someone says to me go to TD bank, they don’t check checksystems…and just like that, I have an account.  Now it’s on.  Now I can master my finances.

I’m not going to change anything I don’t already do.  In fact I’m going to do more.  More travel, more adventure….the only thing different will be, smarter choices.

Now I have to shower and get ready for work.  I want to be on day shift and Teasers has the most retarded schedule timing requirements I’ve ever encountered.  But I have to play by the rules, for now at least…even though I’m pushing my deadline to get in as it is….see me procrastinating again…….

I’ll let the strip club owners get temporarily rich off of me…that is what they do.  Guys come to see us, not them.  Us as dancers bring in the money and us as dancers is why guys spend a ridiculous amount for a drink when there’s a pub right next door where they can drink all night off of what it cost them to buy me my “non alcoholic” whatever I’ve ordered.  Enjoy the money I bring you now because soon I will tell girls how they too can get rich, off of you

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My 30 Day Stripper Challenge

Last night I had a wonderful discussion with an old friend from high school who was impressed by my choices in life.  He asked me how much money have I saved by not having a residence.  I was explaining how I get to go wherever I want, eat where I want and stay where I want and it cost less than having a normal home with bills.  My only recurring monthly bills are car insurance, cell phone (which is ridiculous, thanks to data charges) and my storage unit for the things I can’t part with.

I couldn’t answer his question, because I’ve been inconsistent.  I only work when money is low and my priorities have been enjoying the things I was always unable to do. My joke between friends is, “I can’t adult today”.  I say, this year is travel, next year I’ll be responsible…. I know I save money because when I had a house, I was always working to pay a bill.  I remember being in Key West and Western Unioning my rent, then calling to pay the water and so on.  I was still traveling and paying my travel cost on top of my monthly bills.

**As a dancer there are pros and cons**

It’s a tough job that is constantly underestimated.  Imagine wearing 7 or so inch stilettos for over 8 hrs.  When giving a lap dance, you are moving and working. Sweat is dripping from your body from the physical exertion.  It’s like doing squats and lunges for 8 hours, plus if you’re a pole girl, that gets exhausting. My thighs, hamstrings, shoulders and upper back always hurt. I’m in great shape because of it,  but my body pays a toll.  If I’m not in need of money, I don’t go in, because it is exhausting.  Mentally as well…… not every guy is a gentleman and if you aren’t tough, you’ll sink.  Society always judges you and you have to know your worth or you will loose your self respect. The industry will chew you up and spit you out before you have time to blink.  I’ve seen it happen to the best of them.

As a positive.  If you maintain your morals, rise above the masses, possibilities are limitless.  $$$$$ The amount of money that can be made is in your own hands.$$$$$  You choose your own schedule and like myself, you can see the world.  I can physically just work 8 days a month if I wanted to.  I did that last month and I still haven’t dipped into my emergency money.

Getting back to the question at hand, I decided to give myself a 30 day challenge.  I can’t be normal so my 30 days starts tomorrow.  On a Friday and not the first of the month.  I’m going to give myself a schedule like a regular person.  I’m pushing for 5 days a week.  40 hrs a week and I am going to pretend that I have to go. No matter what, no excuses.  I’m going to treat it as an occupation like the rest of the world has.

I’m not counting the money I have now.  I’m going to keep record of every dollar I make and every dollar I spend for one month.  I want to know exactly how much I can make and how much I save by not having an overhead.  This month I don’t have any hotel or vacation rental expenses.  Just flights and gas when I get back to Florida.  I never track my food expenses, because I love food.  This month I’ll track everything to the best of my abilities.

I’m going to gather the cost of living for the areas I spend most of my time at. Total them up and get an estimate of what I would spend if I had decided to have a place.  It will just be for my own knowledge and strictly an experiment. But, I’ve decided to keep a weekly journal on my blog since so many people seem to have an interest.

This weeks schedule is Hustler in Manhattan tonight (if they are doing auditions). Friday, Saturday and Sunday at Sapphire in Manhattan.  I will take Monday as a rest and I will go to work no matter how I feel this weekend. The rest of the week I’ll decide by Monday. I like to make excuses and if I don’t need to go in, I wont.  But not for the next 30 days.  This month I will be a responsible member of society….lol.  Next weeks itinerary is not decided yet because I don’t know if I want to stay in this cold or head back to sunshine.  It all depends on the money  I make this weekend.

It’s almost 4 and I need to take a nap to reserve my energy.  This city doesn’t sleep and I have a long night ahead of me in very high shoes.

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Time is Money

This is a subject that I’ve been wanting to touch base on for quite some time now.  I just haven’t thought of a way to say it without sounding so bitchy.  So I’m just going to put it out there.

Girls who work as an entertainer, are WORKING!  Do you get that boys?  When we strap on, slide into, or zip up our stilettos; it is the equivalent to punching in a time card.  We’re on the clock and it’s up to us to make our money.  We are independent contractors who pay out-of-pocket to be there.  It costs us to walk in the door.  It costs us to have music played for us and it costs us to be safe!  We pay house fees which is like our rent, the dj, the bar, and security. Hundreds of dollars a night, just to entertain you.

Before you think I’m man hating, here is the common scenario I have seen time and time again.  I’ve done it myself.  A guy comes in.  He says, “I’m not getting dances, I just got here.”  He offers us to sit.  Buys us a drink.  We get into a conversation.

 I thrive off of conversation, so if I’m not paying attention.  I can forget to make money because I am genuinely enjoying myself. Time goes by.  You’re laughing, he’s laughing.  He doesn’t give you any money.  You don’t want to ask because (he’s a good guy).

 Meanwhile the rest of the club is booming…..girls are making money…..except you….Why?????  

Do you know what happens after Mr. Nice guy leaves.  He’s taken up hours of your time.  You have to still pay your fees and you only have a little bit of the night left.  In most cases.  The girl goes home crying or upset with herself.  I’ve been that girl. In the car, driving home, music blasting, and tears pouring down.  It takes a lot to do what we do.  I do it sober, and so do lots of girls I know.  We’re not all cracked out whores with bad boyfriends. It ends up costing us our own money.  Whatever reason we came to work that day, whether it’s a bill that’s due, your babysitter needs to get paid, you’re going to school,  or you need groceries…it doesn’t happen if you spend your night with the guy who says “I’m just getting a drink”!

Guys….there are millions of bars out there where you can JUST GET A DRINK!

Please remember that these ladies are working and paying to be here.  Don’t be that guy!!!  We may be nice to you.  We may enjoy your company.  But what you don’t know is, you totally fucked our night up. So you leave with a smile, and we leave with a debt.

Ladies….sit on your foot…seriously…when it starts to fall asleep and tingle that’s enough of your time he’s gotten. If he hasn’t paid you for your time, mentioned a dance, or anything.  Say something.  If he says no.  Move on.  Politely, but move on.

If your circulation has given up, so should you!

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