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IF IT AIN’T ABOUT THE MONEY

March 18, 2026

is that copyright, the song ain’t called that is it? you can’t just take over a whole saying anyways, you know. You can, but you can’t tell me..

ANYWHO.

howdy, doo dee day.

it’s a Wednesday evening and I can’t even lie I’ve been feeling pretty great. This year has given me so much for my book I’ll tell ya. Wow. How is it only March, not even end of March at that, but hey. We move right along, right?

I can’t.

and that’s why I’ve got to put my focus onto something. It’s like the only thing that keeps me alive sometimes is my determination. I know there’s more to this shit: I can tell you that all day long man. Where I trip up is that, “I can’t” feeling, and no. Like nah. Not this time. why blow up your entire shitshu when you’ve managed for this long.

And I know, damn, it is tiring man. I quit about everyday, i genuinely do. But–fuck man. Like, I’m trying. But forget that too. Yo, check me.

I’m all over the place, per usual but this is all I want to say: just do it. Nike can say it all day long, but all they did was put it in right in front of you. JUST DO ITTTTT. Like, so yeah, like how easy is it? I don’t really care anymore. I don’t need to know the next forty steps; I can’t keep sitting in that punk ass funk. BUT: I seriously don’t know man.

I want to figure out what it is, what do I want to do. I’ve tried to figure it out in all sorts of ways, shit. I took my stupid ass to college. Graduated with a damn near meaningless degree, and a fuck ton of debt. If a job comes across my blog, what I really meant by that is: the college experience prepared me with real world knowledge that I can utilize to optimize success within your organization.

;) hahhah

I mean, seriously that’s all I’m saying. I hate those videos that will pop up endlessly on whatever platform you may be on:

“Tired of your 9-5?”

Like duh bitch

SO, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

Well. Get fucking paid.

I’ve got my full attention on RAISING THAT BUCK, and I know. There is not much that I can do to make myself get paid, honestly. The dream would be hitting the lottery, like: I’ll skedaddle so smooth.

Energy flows where your attention goes, and I’ve been so wrapped up in my unhappiness for way too long. I know what I want to see in life, how I’d like to experience the freedoms, the different joys inthe world; and I also know that I have yet to discover exactly how I make that a reality, in terms of sustaining myself financially; whatever man.

It will not include me picking up a second job, working my life away without ever really stopping to smell the roses.

so, we’ll figure it out together, yeah?

k bye

Robyn


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