Happier than a Billionair

10 07 2012

I’m in the middle of reading this book called Happier than a Billionair. It’s about a couple that quit their jobs and moved to Costa Rica. It’s extraordinary. If you have your own expatriate dreams, especially if these dreams have anything to do with moving to Costa Rica, you want to read this book.

 

I’ll post an in-depth review of the book once I’ve completed reading it. So far, it’s fabulous! It is filled with great stories, lots of humor and adventure along with good information…

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NOT DOWN YET!

8 07 2012

Hey – anyone remember this blog of mine??    Hellooooooo!

I’m the Expat Wannabe. I’ve abandoned this blog and left it dormant for a while, but I have not been dormant. Not by far! I’m going to pick it back up again with a new two-year plan. My 40th birthday is my new goal date for moving abroad — to a new location on the planet. That doesn’t mean I’ll stay there forever, but at least a full year then maybe wander along to another spot. Writing all the while, of course. Here is what I’ve been up to in the meantime… check it out!

My Writing Blog Is HERE





Departure signs are taunting me… those bastards!

13 10 2011

Departure Sign

I picked a friend up from the airport today. Good to see him after all these years. His plane was delayed, though, and I had to wait for him. I usually am annoyingly patient, but something about being so close to escape yet so far away from actually leaving whilst sitting around taunted by departure signs blinking and winking at me, as they do. Well, it all started a bitter, nauseous taste brewing in my mouth.

When my friend finally showed up, I was less than warm, though not icy. He sensed my state of mind, a little on edge. Or maybe it was because I squeezed his hand so hard his eyes popped out of his head as I dragged him swiftly to grab his baggage and leapt to the garage–all within three minutes at TIA, and we sped out into the morning. He could have sensed the bruises I left on his hand when I grabbed him, too. That’s all possible. Either way, he lead me into his hotel where we both gulped up a few extra spicy bloody marys. If I were paying any attention to my actions over the last month since I’ve been fully self-employed, I might notice that my alcohol consumption has increased dramatically. I might notice it. If I were paying attention, you know.

Anyway, as usual, my head cleared as it spun around the room. We did talk about his travels, and with a little fermented concoction running through my veins, now the conversation was inspiring versus feeling the sharp pains of jealousy’s blood streaming from my eyes. If I were less intoxicated, I would have asked my friend for work, as he described several projects that I’d be a strong partner on. Alas! I was not less drunk. Maybe that conversation will come around again when I see him Sunday. Or maybe I’ll again be too distracted by some other level of consciousness that reality seems trite and uninspired.

My bill collectors don’t agree with my take on the artificial nature of time or that on a quantum level we don’t even exist but through our perception, so in fact, nothing is real, it is all imagined. Bill collectors. Strange people. What does shut them up is timely payment, which I’ve been increasingly able to meet since I got rid of that soul-sucking day job I had. Now, I actually have the opportunity to make money for a living, and so far so good. Now, about that conversation with my friend… I would really make an EXCELLENT partner on that project–my presentation design skills are second to none. It might help if I mention that to him some time soon.





How much is enough? AKA: There’s no such thing as security, but drinking helps.

11 10 2011

THE BIG MOVE… How can I decide when it’s time?The truth is, there is no perfect time to move. Slowly, I’m beginning to pull fuzzy rabbits out of my hat again, and for me, this is the definition of success. Money is beginning to be defined as something I can create again versus something that depends upon a job to acquire. What do I mean? Marketability versus traditional security.

My Mini Bottles on a Plane

I have several talents/skills that can generate income for me: 1) writing; 2) singing; 3) cooking; 4) acting; 5) communications and business development; 6) public speaking… these are marketable anywhere. The trick is to make sure each of these talents/skills are polished and at the ready to be marketed and delivered with exceptional quality. This level of marketability is far more secure than a job. I can’t get fired, I can mold the skills to fit within any changing market, and I take it with me wherever I go.

For me, I find that consuming moderate amounts of alcohol at strategic periods of time helps hone these skills. You know–focus.

Where to move? Look I only speak American English. So I’m honestly not concerned about the language barrier–I’m an alien anywhere. Argentina and Brazil look very promising, but I’m not ruling out Costa Rica or Panama. Belize has some fine attributes also.

When to move…? Again that pesky question. I think I’ll get drunk (or even high for the first time in my life) wind up on a plane, and there I will be.

More to come…





Adventure! an extraordinary plan to escape an ordinary life

16 10 2010

What’s next? I’m working like crazy to stay excited–not just motivated, but gleefully excited about everything I’m doing to break free from this suffocating blanket of everydayness. The ordinary job, unexceptional lifestyle, starving for new and interesting experiences and conversations with other passionate people–people passionate about life and possibilities! Adventure!

So, what’s next? Well, I’m blogging like mad and developing a freelance writing business that’s growing legs, and this is keeping my head in the clouds–which is exactly where my damn head belongs! Not everyone is cut-out to take big risks and pull dreams out of the sky and make them happen–maybe–but I know that I am. I need more cloud time. It feeds me.

While my 2-year plan is to expatriate to Latin America, one of my short-term goals is to live off of my freelance writing business fulltime. My head in the clouds, I’m creating opportunities and making things happen! Why didn’t I do this years ago? Ha! Not going to think about that one right now. As I said, cloud time.

 

 

Do you have a cloud dream you’re making happen or want to make happen? Tell me about it–would love to hear about dreams and ambitions.





Developing business needed for Latin America launch–a little disappointment

13 10 2010

Freelance Writing!

Worked like crazy to develop a new blog for my freelance writing and communications consulting business. It’s only been one day, but I am disappointed by the response so far. It seems that thee’s much more interested in living a dream and fleeing the country than there is in communications and marketing practices. I’m not surprised–I think living dreams, planning for adventures and exploring new lands is far more exciting to read about than business strategy, too. But I have no idea how to make a living as an explorer–I do know about writing and communications.

I’m far from feeling defeated. I just expected a much more enthusiastic response on the reorganization. Anyway, if you have any interest in learning more about my professional life, please feel free to visit my other blog: http://daphnestreet.wordpress.com/ and please, please promote it if you feel the spirit move you to do so.

Anyway, things are still progressing on this end. I’ll keep trying different strategies in hopes of stirring greater buzz. More later.

Happy trails  –Daphne





America is a slave to its laws at grave expense to decency, ethics and common sense. What will it take to restore balance?

10 10 2010

Forgive me. I’m a bit off-topic on this post, but I think it’s imporatnt, so here it is:

America is a slave to its laws at grave expense to decency, ethics and common sense. Weighing heavy at the top of this list are patent laws, particularly involving living organisms. Let it be known that neither the people of the United States nor any member of Congress have ever voted on such laws, rather they have been established at the sole discretion of the US Supreme Court (similar story in Canada). These justices deliberated on the First Amendment and arguments brought forward, and laws were ruled “Constitutional” by majority rule of opinions of justices sitting at the time. As it stands, any individual or more likely corporation can own a patent on a seed, gene, or many other parts of living organisms and claim ownership of anything that contains that part of the organism. As far as humans go–there is a majority percentage of the organism that must be non-human for the patent to be held. Terrifying to think of in theory. In reality, the injustice served to many farmers who have been sued and forced to destroy their own seeds due to these laws is simply horrific.

For those of you who know me well, I am very far from a conspiracy theorist. However, what I am witnessing in America is that corporations are ruling our government and ferociously infringing on the rights of all Americans to earn a successful living in many industries. Agriculture is being exploited by big business in insurmountable ways. Other industries are not immune. Additionally, big business has been infringing upon government with exponentially increasing influence. At the very top of this list is the insurance industry. Take a hard look at American healthcare reform. Special interest groups, lobbyists and namely those representing the insurance industry are running the show. Who gave them all this power and permission to control our government and destroy lives?

There are myriad documentaries, movies, articles and books produced on this subject–all with conclusive evidence of this. Please search out information on this topic on your own, and that way you will have personal buy-in regarding your own position on this topic. The more informed you are, and the more original sources you can cite to back-up your claim, the stronger your argument will be and the more convinced you will be regarding your own beliefs.

Personally, I am at the very core a capitalist. I believe in free-markets and that competition works for business and consumers, ensuring that supply and demand set pricing along with competition ensuring that quality remains high and prices reasonable for the marketplace.

I also believe in a balance of some socialized systems to help ensure human rights in a compassionate culture: access to housing, healthcare, social services, food, clothing, education (including higher education and public libraries) and just laws are human rights that a developed society has a responsibility to make available to its citizens so that they may have the opportunity to live healthfully and have resources to create an improved live for themselves and their children.

Who cares and what do I know –what authority do I have to speak on such issues? I care, and you should too, because it affects all of is in many ways–all citizens of the United States and those who would like to live here. And, I know that having the majority of wealth and power, in obscene proportions, accumulated by a minute fraction of the population by individuals and corporations who wish to do little with this wealth other than to accumulate more wealth and power and ferociously abuse this power for the sole purpose of accumulating even more wealth–this is a perfect storm of disease–an aggressive, unstoppable cancer eating away at America, preventing individuals’ inalienable rights to “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

I do love the United States and all of its rich history and successes and stories–everything that makes it what it is–good, bad and inbetween. But, I fear it is broken. In a big way. And instead of holding its position as “the land of opportunity,” it is becoming a wasteland of insatiable greed juxtaposed by hardship and suffering. I know that America will find balance once again, and I have great faith that we will have a stronger, more resilient country as a result. But at what cost in the interim? Can we afford the cost? How many will not be able to survive the transition?

[My apologies for run-on sentences, spilt inifinatives, etc. My purpose here is content and communication. Style and rules have suffered in this post, possibly more than others.]