Most people generally are logical or emotional.  Let me give you an example…

A logical person is generally on time, has a tight schedule, has all kinds of goals and plans, and generally thinks before acting.  An emotional person goes with flow, tends to be late (depending on what else is going on), might have some goals yet isn’t afraid to scrap them and come up with new ones, and generally uses their feelings to decide.

Now of course every human being has a logical and an emotional side.  But for the most part when a human is conscious (for example trying to make a decision and is considering their options) they usually either decide with logic or emotion.

Now neither is better.  A logical person might make smart decisions yet at the same time can struggle with communication skills and relating to others.  An emotional person might easily relate to other yet their life might be a mess with no future goals or plans.

A good blance of both is ideal.  So if you are logical and want to learn to becom more emotional one thing you can do is performance arts.  Take dancing classes, art classes, or acting classes.  On the other hand if you are emotional and want to be a little more logical, you might consider getting a personal coach who’s very schedule and goal oriented.

Do you blog for fun or for money?  When asked this question a lot of people are lost and often don’t know what to answer.  I think many people try to blog for fun and money which is pretty difficult and here is why…

If you just want to blog for fun, then you don’t need to have a care in the world, just write up your random thoughts post them, and who cares what everyone thinks.  In fact if you were to write something contravertial it can be funny seeing all your visitors taking it very seriously and leaving you hate comments it’s called internet trash talking, everyone feals undefeatable behind their tiny computer screen, beleive me I’ve gotten such comments and email and it’s hilarious how seriously some people take things

Now if you are blogging for money then you need to focus on your income revenues.  If you are doing advertising then you need to focus and learn more about keyword optimization and focus on writing about profitable niches, ones that dvertisers pay a lot of money for.  One example is weight loss.  Another way to monetize a blog is to create a product.  In this case your blog needs to center a specific problem, frusteration, need or want that people have.  You blog about it, get feedback, learn what people are looking for and write an ebook on that topic.

Often when starting a business one is very concerned with his/her great new business ideas, sometimes even tries to keep it a secret and not share it so it’s not stolen.  I used to think the exact same way but then one day I realized that business ideas are worthless.  Here is why…

What really makes a business idea good or bad isn’t the idea itself rather it’s the result.  When youtube decided to launch their website, and then later one became successful a lot of people foolishly looked back and thought oh they had a clever business idea.  No they didn’t.  In fact youtube wasn’t even the first online video sharing site.  What YouTube had was great execution.  They build an easy to use, intuitive video portal that anyone without any technical skills could look at and instantly understand how to use.

Still think business ideas are important?  Well let me give you another example Google.  When google started their were already two huge major search engines (yahoo and msn).  So google’s idea wasn’t original by any means rather it was how they executed their idea.  They build a much more accurate search engines than anything else at that point in time.

So what’s the poing of all this?  Next time you get a business idea you gotta start executing right away, it’s the only way you’ll know whether it’s good and bad.  Often you don’t even have to worry about people stealing it, because people will only think it’s good once it’s a success at which point you will be on top anyways.

It shocks me how finances are one of the most neglected aspects in many people’s lives.  Fortunately I grew up with a family that taught me how to manage my finances well from a young age.  I also got my first job when I was 15 years old which I think helped make me more responsible with money.  Once I realized that it takes hard work to make money I started being more picky about what to buy and what to spend on.

I was surprised when I learned that for most people credit card debt is the norm.  It seems like there are more people who don’t pay their credit card balance on time than those who do.  Now I’m not juding anyone, I don’t know everyone’s situation or circumstances.  However in my own life I know I’ve worked my butt off to make sure I don’t get in debt.  I always had the feeling that if I owned anyone or any company money they would basically own me the only exception being getting a mortgage to buy a house.  To avoid debt I workd 35 hours a week while managin a full time class schedule in all of my 4 years in college.  Guess what?  I didn’t go out with friends much, I was generally either at work, at school or at home doing homework.  Yes it was hard and at times left me feeling a little depressed.  But once I graduated I reaped the rewards.  I had no college loans to pay and no financial pressure.

Here is part 1 of my story if you missed it. When the valentine’s day incident happened (discussed in part 1 of my story) I was 13 years old. A typical day for me was waking up, walking/riding my bike to school (there was no school bus but it was a really tiny town in Pennsylvania so everything was close), and sitting in classes where I didn’t get most of what the teacher was talking about. School itself wasn’t hard but I was still learning English so I had difficulty understanding in general. Often my mind would drift and I discovered a new hobby at that time, guess what it was? Checking out hot girls.

In Egypt (my country of birth) most girls looked the same black hair, black or brown eyes, naturally tan/oily skin color etc. But in America I noticed blonds, brunettes and dark-haired girls, I was in heaven well at least that’s what I thought until a couple of years later when I actually had the balls to approach a cute girl and realized it wasn’t as easy as it looked But I’ll discuss that in a future post.

Anyway I only lived in Pennsylvania for a little over a year, and then we moved to the suburbs of Chicago. By we I mean my immediate family (parents and younger brother). It was good and bad. It was good because my new school was pretty diverse, in fact white were only 40% of the school, Hispanics were 30% and the rest was mixed. My school back in Pennsylvania was 99% white mostly because it was in a really small town.

However moving to new school was challenging and to make it worse it was my freshman year of high school you know when all the upperclassmen make fun of you because you’re lost and can’t find you classes? I mean I moved from a school with 400 students to one with 2500, I looked dumb founded half the time walking around. The language barrier didn’t help either.

I still remember my first day at lunch. I go to the cafeteria to get food, I grab a slice of really greasy pizza, pay and then I pause and realize I gotta pick a table to sit at. Now most of the tables resembled different groups, there were the jocks, the skaters, the Mexicans, the band, etc. Of course I didn’t know a single person so I found a table with a couple students at one end and I just sat at the other far end away from them.

Of course this is social suicide in many ways. Now I know this but back then I didn’t. It’s amazing to see how far my social skills developed however this is another story for another time, and yes I did pay a very high price for improving my social skills: lots and lots of rejection.

Anyway the cool thing about my new school is that it had a coed gym class, yep that means guys and girls were in the same gym class together. I didn’t think much of this until it was time for us to do swimming. That’s when I got to see many of my cute females classmates in bathing suits, no big deal to you but a huge one for me. Up until this point I only saw girls in bathing suits on TV. And then I noticed her in all her beauty, it was this girl in my gym class, when we did swimming she wore this hot blue bathing suit, her name was Valery…

Will I talk to her? or Will I chicken out? What happens next? My eyes are burning, and I’m tired so I’ll continue my story in a future post. I’m still experimenting with more personal posts like these, so if you enjoy them please leave a comment and let me know, if you hate them then also let me know in the comments, thanks.