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Helplessness and Ignored Passion


Have we so learned to hide those desires of our hearts and squash and ignore the passion within is that we become helpless in living our own lives?

 I'm thinking about ways to motivate myself, my family and my church to take our financial bull by the horn and wrestle it into submission.   

I've run head on into my own flimsy excuses and misdirected passions.  Hosting a class and "helping" others set a meet goals is so much more noble then doing it for me.  Just a tad Co-dependent I'm afraid.

 What is it that scares me about my passion to be debt free and self-sufficient?  Why not throw my every ounce of energy and passion into meeting my own goals?  

Letting fear of failure or a looming sense of hopelessness and helplessness keep me stuck in "normal" is so much easier then doing all it takes to succeed in my financial goals.

The first step is to accept my own desires and passion.  Open the door and let it out.  Set it free, so to speak.

Will this passion run around ferociously shaking up my house and family?  Is it dangerous?  Will my inaction tame it?

No way.  It is time to release the beast and be free to "be free."  So what if we will be imbalanced for a while as we focus heavily on our financial dreams. 

Debt...you are going down.  I've allowed you to imprison my own future and passion and goals.  It has to stop now.

 You are doomed.

 Shredded.  About to be Destroyed.  
Do you have a goal in your life that you have stifled for so long that you have forgotten about it?  The last few flames of passion growing thin?  Fan it up friends.  Let's DO this!


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