One of the more common suggestions in getting motivation for something, anyway, is to visualize where you want to be. Our minds are solving machines, and when we focus on our destination our creative powers come up with solutions to get us there. I’m not going to stretch this out too far into future, and I’m not going to make it all-encompassing. This is about work (aka, money) and I’m looking to . . .

December 30th of 2012

My desk is by the window, my desktop computer, Serenity, sitting on the ground to the right. It’s whirring quietly, more suped up than ever. The acer screen, 22″, in front of me has its brightness turned down to conserve energy. The blue lights on the LED strip on the front of the tower and the fan inside glow out lightly, augmenting the lights of the room itself. The lights in the room are bright, almost a sunlight glow.

The room around me is strewn with posters, all of which have frames. My two demotivators posters and the demotivators calendar. The “I Think, Therefore I Am; I Feel, Therefore I Can Be Free” framed picture. 18 postcards of beautiful locations in Utah. The Hit Girl poster from Kick Ass. Two Monet posters. The Rise Against poster. The Buddha picture. The Spartan warrior picture. The Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children wide cloth poster. The Ironman poster. The Ninja Turtles poster. My four Oatmeal grammar posters. My license plate. A Firefly poster. The Samurai X cloth poster. The entire room is a mosaic of things that make me happy.

In the background, instrumental music plays – a calming, fluid set of sounds that resonates so crystal clear it might as well be live. My audiophile speakers are one of my many small escapes into pure quality.

In front of me, my Alot cup steams with a decaf green tea plus raspberry. I’ve added just the smallest drizzles of raw honey.

My hands rest lightly against the ergonomic keyboard. I pause for a moment as I think of how to best end the article I’m writing. After a few moments, I’m satisfied with my phrasing – it feels like it’s got punch – and I type it out at my touch-type speed. Then I look over the entire thing, taking my time to go through it sentence my sentence. I catch a few “whoops” mistakes that I quickly resolve. I look up whether or not to hyphenate one phrase and find, once again, it’s a tad ambiguous. I come up with better phrasing for two of my sentences. I change the title. I smile and nod. This is a good article. Then I click “submit.”

Using all the shortcut keys I know, I swap over to my “earnings” summary. I update the total for the day. It’s a Friday, which means I’ve set all my weekly maintenance items. I’ve also gotten ahead for items not due until the next week. My sum total for the day is $132. A very solid day. I smile at the figure, and the total that has populated in the spreadsheet below. $632 for the week. My mind starts to stray toward “taxes are going to be such a – ” and I interrupt myself. I have money set aside. That’s all taken care of.

Money set aside. That brings me to “point the next.” I pull up my MACU account. The balance is $5000 in savings, $785 in checking. I stick my tongue out at the number in checking, then laugh a little. I have money in PayPal too. Plus, the $5000, that’s enough to cover six full months of no income, now that I’ve paid off my consumer debt. Still another $5000 to go to meet my goal, though. I shake my head at my own pessimism. Come on, Rob, I think. You could take more than a semester off. You’re doing fine. No, you’re doing great. Give yourself some credit. I pause and nod to myself. This really is good, considering everything. Yes. Really, really good.

I shut down the bank page, trying to get past my silly fixation on money. I switch the music to a techno rock station. Then I look down at the system clock. “1:34pm.” Woohoo! I didn’t realize it was still so early. I’ve got plans with friends tonight, at about 7, but until then I can just . . . whatever. My portfolio is up-to-date. I don’t have classes today. I think I’ll read . . . maybe get in some good creative writing time. I’ve got a few short story projects I’m really excited about, or I could submit my existing projects to a few more publishers. One of these days, someone will say yes. I know that. I absolutely know that. And the more I submit, well, the sooner that will happen.

I look outside at the snow. It’s beautiful, peaceful, and cold. I’m staying inside. I’ve gotten into the routine of doing yoga at night, so I’ll save that for later. I’ll maybe cook a nice lunch. But my time is mine, and I’m totally free for the rest of the weekend. I feel free. I feel empowered. I feel like I’ve done an excellent job at maneuvering my own life.

One more thing first, though. I pull up my email and go to my last “yearly review.” I fill in the segments with the new information.

December Review
1) How was this month’s earning?

2) What do I want to earn next month?

Bills ($700)

+ $200 (new seasonal clothes)


3) What major items did I accomplish?

I stayed up-to-date.
I did well in school.
I added two new pieces to my portfolio.
I sent two short stories to eight different publishers.

4)  What major items would I like to accomplish this month?
Stay caught up on projects.
I’m thinking: California.

5)  How satisfied do I feel about last month?

Great.  Very productive. Very on top of things.

Yearly Review

What did I accomplish?

I wrote dozens of writing projects. I submitted my short stories to a long list of publishers. I got some solid work done on two novels.

I secured and maintained a number of prominent clients. I received “top writer” awards twice.

I paid off all of my consumer debt, meeting the one goal I had for the year.

I did great. 😀

😀 😀 😀


Rob Young
Lead Writer
RDY Writing

Then I sign out, shut the computer, and grab a book off the shelf. I lay back on my bed, thumbing through to where I left off. Just another end of a chapter, I think. In a good story. A really good story.