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Kristen Beireis, burgeoning entrepreneur that she
is, moved halfway across the country, launched her own Virtual Assistant business
and is bringing new business in left and right. See her write up below!
James Tompkins is going to teach a week-long
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| Perhaps you've noticed the change in the look of my eZine. Well, I finally
realized after a year and a half of writing it, that practically everything I have
to say applies not just to actors, but to everyone. So I'm expanding my audience.
If you like The Actor's Success, I guarantee you'll like A Brave Heart just as much or your money back. And if you really really like it, please pass it on to others in your network that could benefit from it. |
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Actors and other entrepreneurs: what would you do
with few extra hours each week? What could you accomplish without all that mental
clutter you're walking around with? These questions are easy to answer when you hire Kristen Beireis or another Virtual Assistant. She can take care of your administrative tasks and free you up to deal with what's really important. The first question she asked when I hired her was, "What are your goals for 2006?" Now that's my kind of question. The best thing about working with Kristen is that I know I can trust her completely, so if I need something done, it gets done. She's far better than aspirin at taking away my headaches. Check her out at http://www.cardsorcery.com/VA |
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I'm thirty-nine years old and I can't say I'm happy about it. It's a strange age
to be, neither old nor young. I don't identify with young people the way I used to. Pop music doesn't interest me, save for the stuff I grew up with and a few good current acts such as Ben Folds, Beck, and Radiohead, and I'm willing to bet it won't be long before they fade into the woodwork too. Sometime around my 30th birthday I realized that I was older than the vast majority of professional athletes (not that I ever considered sports as a career option). And I don't put myself in with those forty and older. It's not that it's bad to be older than me, I've just always felt younger than my years. Other than the fact that I don't heal as quickly as I used to, I feel the same way I did when I was twenty. Perhaps better, given that I no longer gorge myself on Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles with a Häagen-Dazs chaser. Throughout my rich life, I've had stark flashes of insight, realizing that I was relatively young with many years in front of me. I've mentally prepared myself for getting older, unlike many people my age. So why am I unhappy about this aspect of my life? I suspect it's a couple of things. One is that I have an intense, sometimes debilitating fear of death. Maybe fear is the wrong word--it's more like somebody sucker-punched me in the solar-plexus. Woody Allen once said, "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying." That's the way I feel. I'm not afraid of the dying process; I'm afraid of not existing any more. I really like being alive. I enjoy my life and I want a lot more of it. Remember that scene in Blade Runner when replicant Roy Batty says, "I want more life, f***-er," and then squishes the face of his creator? That's it exactly. I feel gypped. I know, I know, I should be grateful for the life I have. Well I'm not. The other part of it is that I haven't made anything real. I haven't started the non-profit that seeks to reform the racially unjust prison industrial complex in this country. I haven't built my environmentally sustainable zero-energy house. I haven't bought and set aside any land in the rolling hills of Kentucky for a revolving artists colony. I haven't run for city council. This morning my three-year-old daughter Daphne and I went to our favorite coffee shop and shared a bagel and cream cheese. She pointed up at one of the decorations hanging from the ceiling as it reflected the light at us and asked why it had a flashlight inside. I remembered being that age, lovingly making sense of the world from my own tiny frame of reference. Daphne climbed off her chair and onto my lap, using my ears as handholds and wrapping her arms around my neck as if I were the only thing in the world worth holding. It was a perfect moment in time; one of those in which the cliche that "nothing else matters" was no longer a cliché. So this is where I am now: cursed with an overdeveloped sense of ambition but almost no discipline. I have a lot to do and only a little time to do it in. Here's a little phrase I've recently found very useful: I choose to spend my time at ______ for the sake of _______. It's another way of asking, "Is this really what I want to be doing?" Get in the habit of filling in the blanks for yourself. It really puts your time and energy into context, and my hope is that it will spur you on your heart's deepest desires. Life is happening now. We better get to work. Until next month, I wish you much success, RJ |
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