Day 42 - lashings of cash

I was having a post retreat catch up at my friends new £1m+ one bedder in notting hill last night (it's funny, but as you approach 30 it dawns on you that some people are going to be stinking rich. This is a good thing - if your friends become rich, you benefit hugely).

We were talking therapy, and our respective life projects that you might call work.

Actually, we were trying to define what 'work' actually is - and what constituted being in the matrix or out of the matrix. You would certainly call his work, work. But he is not really in The Matrix - he is a maverick fund manager. He is the liam gallagher of fund management. But a bit posher.

I am not sure you would call what i do 'work'.

And amen to that.

And I was, as usual, seeking reassurance on this tricky path i am treading. And, shaky old sage that he is, my friend summed it up nicely.

Loosely the chat ran like this:

'So, basically, you're aiming to make a lot of money out of writing a book about how to avoid the type of responsibility free, degenerate existence that you've led for the past 10 years?'

'That's pretty much it, yes.'

'You're actually going to turn getting completely lashed into a living?'

'That's it.'

'Seems like a very good idea.'

'Thanks.'

'I mean, that is certainly what you are good at.'

'Yes it is.'

'I think it'll be huge. Your resources are endless. Go for it.'

'Thank you very much for the feedback.'

'No problem whatsoever.'

So there you have it.

In a roundabout way, another affirmation that what I am doing is absolutely right.

I mean, you should listen to people who earn pots of cash and live in notting hill, shouldn't you?

Writing time: 4 hours

Manifestation: endless