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September 30, 2006
Yes Virginia There Is a Santa Claus, Butt...
Ever have one of those defining childhood moments that refuse to leave your memory no matter how long ago the event may have transpired? I have one of these in relation to my meeting Santa Claus one cold Canadian Christmas Eve night when I was seven years old. I was forever changed after that night. In more ways than one.
I'll explain...
Back in the days when it was still politically correct to celebrate the Holiday Season as the Christmas Holidays we would all have a pretty grand time waiting for Santa Claus to arrive at our house every cold Christmas Eve. We lived in a rented house in west Edmonton in Central Alberta and the winters there were bone-chilling cold. However, all of us children in that household didn't mind that fact as the eventful night of Santa's arrival approached.
The Christmas's in our house were celebrated in a rather spartan fashion. We would each find one present tagged with our name under the real Christmas tree come Christmas Day morning. And we would also find the hand sewn stockings that Mama made and monikered with our name stuffed to overflowing with a vast assortment of teeth-rotting seasonal Christmas candy and juicy Christmas Mandarin oranges.
But we didn't care about this simplicity because it was a very special day nonetheless and the sugary sweetness of the candy and oranges was more than enough to satisfy our limited palates during those young years of childhood.
In our household resided four children: me, and my equally spaced siblings aged just one year apart from each other starting with my one-year-older brother Richard.
Because of this lineup of young feet and mouths to feed in the household, the place we were renting was not especially expansive nor decorative. It had creaky hardwood floors, a cold scary basement, and three bedrooms for six people. But we didn't mind sharing the limited bedrooms with one of our siblings as we really weren't raised to expect anything different.
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Now, let me explain the layout of the bedroom I shared with my brother Richard. It was a very small bedroom and we each slept in our separate twin bunk beds that were not at that time stacked on top of each other. However, because of the small size of the room we did have to situate the beds so that we could still have room to walk between them to get about the room.
My head of my bed was situated along the same wall that held the bedroom door. Richard's bed was situated with the head of his bed along the wall opposite the wall that held the bedroom door. What this equated to was the foot of each of our beds almost were in alignment in the center of the room; however, they were staggered in alignment so that there was enough space to allow for someone to still walk between them.
Now, this house didn't have a fireplace nor a chimney so we had to get inventive as to where we hung Mama's custom made Christmas stockings so that Santa Claus could fill them with goodies. What Richard and I did that particularly fateful December 24th was to hang our stockings on one of the bedposts situated at the foot of each of our beds.
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Needless to say the arrival of Santa Claus was an extremely pleasurable event to our young minds. And so we spent the better part of Christmas Eve waiting with baited breath for this mystical man who brought all this pleasure to our sometimes troubled household. Even though it was only one night a year it was always something that I found myself looking forward to with immense anticipation.
But this particular Christmas Eve was a watershed moment for my young mind and I was forever changed by the transpiration of events that cold winter's evening. It was already dark for many hours that night as the sun had set sometime in the late afternoon. The house was thick with childhood excitement as this was the evening prior to the 'big day'.
As usual we were told that Santa Claus would not come to our house unless all of us kids were in bed and fast asleep. Well, we did what most kids would do, we complied and promptly went to bed rather early.
However, because it was early in the evening I found that I couldn't sleep. I went to bed and I laid there in an anxious state thinking that I could actually stay up until the Big Man arrived. Because of this expectation, every cell in my body was attuned to an incredibly wakeful state just waiting for the littlest out-of-place sound in the household possibly signaling the arrival of Santa.
I remember that shortly after we kids went to our bedrooms and supposedly went to sleep in our beds, I could hear my parents follow suit. After all, Santa Claus certainly wouldn't come into a household where the parents were awake, would he?
So I was glad that Mama and Daddy were in bed too as this made the house deathly silent with the exception of the gas furnace turning off and on throughout the evening.
Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity to my young mind I still wasn't able to get to sleep. I just lay there face down on the bed trying my hardest to be a good little boy and fall off to meet the sandman yet stay awake for the big moment of Santa's arrival.
However, after what seemed like an eternity of lying on the bed I heard this series of sounds emanating from somewhere down the hallway. It sounded like the noise was coming from my parents bedroom but I couldn't be sure so I just listened with full attentiveness. I heard rustling sounds and a little bit of muffled talking as I lay there in my warm bed.
Then it came...
The sound of footsteps on the creaky wooden floor boards of the house.
I heard these unidentifiable sounds first occurring in my older siblings bedroom down the hall and around the corner. And then I heard footsteps coming closer to my and Richard's room. I thought to myself "this is it, Santa Claus is here and he's going to bring my present and fill my stocking with goodies". As I knew that he was coming to my bedroom next, I lay there and pretended to be asleep but all the while I lay facing in the direction of the doorway.
I was so excited, and somewhat scared about this big moment; however, I found myself just having to look and see what the Big Man looked like in person. After he had finished shaking my bed a bit when he filled my Christmas stocking I opened my eyes to take a look at him as he filled my brother Richard's stocking hanging on his bedpost at the foot of his bed.
However, the sight I saw was not what I expected to see in that dimmed moonlight room that late Christmas Eve night. I was supposed to see a roly-poly man with long white hair and wearing a bright red suit and shiny black boots filling my brother's stocking with Christmas delights. But as I slowly peeked open my eyes what I came face to, er, face with was my Daddy's very naked back end.
Yes, his butt. Bone white naked. The permanent vertical smile. His tushie. In its full glory. Naked.
Why? Well, because for some reason my Dad always slept in the buff no matter how cold the night was. (And he continued to do so until I left my parents household when I was 18 years old.)
But that unexpected sight at the foot of my brothers bed was it for me. My seven-year-old Christmas bubble had burst...
To my small mind and opened, innocent eyes all I saw when I looked down at my brother's bed was a big, white, naked bum that appeared to be radiantly glowing in the moonlight. And after Daddy finished his task with the stocking and he heavily tiptoed out of the room I lay there in light shock.
The Truth shone brightly that night and the Santa Claus lie had come to light in that bedroom that cold winters night. In more ways than one.
Dad was Santa Claus. And I had visual proof. Of course, this was not the type of believable proof to share with my school friends, but proof nonetheless.
Yes, Christmas was never the same for me after that. I knew who the Big Man was.
But after that event I came to appreciate the effort my parents went to to have me be able to take a memory like this into my adulthood. A memory, albeit an unexpectedly funny one, that I will take into my later years and perhaps share with my sons when they too realize just who the Big Man in the red suit is in their lives every Christmas season now.
But for now, I'll continue the tradition of keeping the mystery of Santa Claus alive in my boys' minds as long as I can. But... without the nudity.
Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com
'Learn About Life From Another Perspective'
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PS. HAPPY 76TH BIRTHDAY DAD! I hope you have enjoyed this special birthday gift as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love you. :-)
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September 23, 2006
The Truth Shall Set You Free
Ever notice how some people in this world are so adapt at lying that it's literally scary to witness when they're doing so? I had the recent displeasure of seeing someone lie like crazy in front of me to hopefully have an event turn out in a way that would coincide with what was desired by that person.
It was pretty scary to witness. Not in a frightening sense, but rather in a beyond belief sense that a human being could have this much darkness and evil in them to stoop to such a low life level.
Of course everyone tells a little white lie at some time in their life. Sometimes it's to protect someone or to make sure that something that was alluded to too soon is not revealed. But these are not the types of lies that are stemming from a person who literally doesn't have enough of a conscience to stick to the truth of the matter at hand.
Think about why a person would outright lie. Well, if you're like me, that's not an easy thing to do. As lying to no end does not come easy to the average person so even imagining this type of action is beyond belief and rather hard to try to wrap one's mind around.
Why would a person go to such an extent to lie? Well, at first glance it would appear to protect themselves from some sort of perceived harm coming their way.
But when detailed this is seen as the weak explanation that it is. A person who outright lies is a person who lives in fear. Whatever that fear might be doesn't matter. All that is evidenced is that the fear manifests itself in lying to protect the person from the perceived harm.
And when this type of lying becomes chronic to the extent that the person actually believes the lies they espouse then the state of the mind in that person borders on pathological.
We've all heard of them. Pathological liars. Not a pretty description. But it describes spiritually ugly people who actually choose to make this condition an active part of their makeup when dealing with the everyday world. And that's just sick.
Think about how your life would be such that you felt compelled to protect yourself in the only way that you could conceive and that was to attempt to manipulate people and events by lying and changing the actual description of events that transpired beforehand. That must be a pretty bad world to be living in, but again, don't feel sorry for a person like this.
And don't become a person like these sick liars. The world has enough lying going on where the truth is muddied over so much that it becomes undecipherable at times.
But if you're the type of person who finds it inconceivable and deplorable to actually live a darkened life of one big lie then you are a person who will eventually win out against these types of pathological liars that might perchance cross your life's path as you move forward on it.
Don't let people who blatantly lie to hide the actual truth bother you.
Don't feel sorry for them.
Don't wonder how they can be the way they are.
Don't try to figure out why they did what they did.
None of that matters.
Even if the outcome is not what you desired due to their lies and blatant un-truths.
There's a saying in the Bible that states 'the truth shall set you free'. Now, I have never been a reader of the Bible; however, after recent life events and witnessing what could only be described as pathological lying from a very emotionally and spiritually damaged person it has become ever so clearer to me that as long as one continues to take 'the high road' in life and not let people who (choose to) dwell in darkness darken one's road then Life will turn out fine for that person who chooses the Higher Path.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. Life comes at us not the way we want it to but just the way it does. And it comes at us the way it does for a reason. As I've learned over my recent years experience rides in on the back of every event. And the more I'm shown that my path of telling the simple truth is the way to go for me, I am also given the understanding that as long as one tells the truth during every experience one will never be caught in a lie.
Sounds simple, yet it is profound.
Take the high road when Life throws darkness at you. Why? Because the Light on this road will keep you on course. Unwaveringly. And assuredly.
After all, the Truth just IS. But lies have to be built, usually one sick lie upon the other.
Now, if we could only get those sick liars who choose lying over truth to even consider their actions in the world, the world would be a much better place for all of us. Especially those of us who abide by the Truth no matter what.
Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com
'Learn About Life From Another Perspective'
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September 16, 2006
Starting Stopping Suffering
Have you ever noticed how the world wants us to think that everything is okay in it? Yet, why is there so much suffering everywhere around this globe? We all can agree... everyone suffers. At some time, some place, with or without someone, everyone suffers.
Why does this happen? Is there a need for suffering? Is there a reason that others suffer more than others? That is, their lives are more definable by events and circumstances that are not generally desired by the masses, so we call that suffering?
There are many people on this globe who suffer on a daily basis. And those of us in the so-called industrialized nations don't even have the first inkling of what kind of suffering these many millions of women, children, and others go through and try to live through on a daily basis.
But honing down to our own small day-to-day world, suffering is an inexhaustible source of pain for most of us.
No one likes to hurt, no one likes to do things that make them hurt. This would include exercising, not eating foods we enjoy, being without someone we love, or being away from the life that we are used to.
Many billions of people don't have to endure the suffering that many millions of people go through each day of their existence. But this, in a sense, doesn't make what the rest of us go through when our days are dark any less relevant or painful.
But for that incredibly vast majority of us, why is suffering and pain such a constant in our days?
That is the question that if one hopes to escape their days of pain needs to continue to ask themselves and explore as they walk their path to the grave.
One needs to become aware of just why it is that they have the pain in their daily lives that they do. We all know where we have pain in our lives.
Relationships.
Occurrences.
Experiences.
Events.
Reactions.
Actions.
We would like to think that if we can only change what is happening outside of us or get rid of that person, thing, or situation, then the pain would go away. But as we all have experienced so many times, the only thing that changes when we make those attempts is that we only make room for the next identical scenario to occur at some future date along our path.
Suffering doesn't have to be a constant in one's existence. Yes, it is extremely hard at times to raise one's head above the suffocating black cloud when one is immersed in it; however, that does not mean that it is not do-able to make a difference towards what is happening to one when it is happening.
Now, I'm not going to give you some trite solution to the pain and suffering that you may be going through.
Why?
Because I myself don't know the entire answer. So I'm not going to give you some glossy sprinkling answer that says that all you have to do is... (fill in the blank).
That wouldn't be fair to you or me.
But there are certain insights that I've gathered over my years of educating myself about my suffering moments in life. And some of these insights have proven to be real lifesavers. Literally.
We all know how a certain life event can raise its ugly head during our days and we are put to task to find ways to handle it to the best of our abilities.
This is when one is shown how strong they truly are when it comes to carrying this type of burden throughout their day.
Some of the Teachings that I have followed for over six years now have proven time and time again to be accurate and capable of showing me that "there is a way out of suffering and anyone can find it", to quote one of my late great teachers - Vernon Howard.
Life is going to continue to come at us. That is, until we're no longer physically alive on this planet. That's a fact we can't avoid or do anything about. We can delay it but not stop it.
But at the times in one's life that life is doing everything it can to make our days here appear to be hell on Earth, then one is usually befuddled as to where to turn to escape the madness. Again, it doesn't have to be this way. At least not as bad as it usually is for most.
I've found that at times like this it's prudent to remind myself of the fact that 'this too shall pass'. Why? Because everything, and I mean everything, has an end. And no matter how dark the day may seem, one day it is going to clear up to blue sky again.
Yes, it's not fun to go through the darkness, but think about what most do when a dark moment enters. They think that this darkness is here forever and that they're stuck in it.
So, to start the process to begin to escape from this suffering in one's life stay aware to the fact that the darkness is there. That's all. Realize that you are in a dark state of mind. That you're suffering right now.
What does this do? Well, besides showing you that due to the simple fact that you can actually be aware of the darkness in your day is proof that there is actually a part of you that is not a part of the darkness.
I know I lost some of you with that statement. I'll re-phrase it.
Realize the simple fact that because you're able to see the darkness is proof that there is a part of you that is not a part of the darkness, otherwise you wouldn't be able to be aware that you're in a funky state of mind.
That's enough, done over and over and over and over again, over the years ahead to raise one to a level above the darkness and suffering the next time it enters one's days.
Of course, there is a bunch more stuff that will help one along this path to removing suffering from their days but this simple Truth is enough to begin to move one in the right direction. The direction of raising their 'self' above the muck and mire of darkness and being able to see that Light really still exists during these dark suffering moments in one's life.
Try it next time you suffer. Become aware that you feel pain, that you suffer. And then realize that because you can be aware of your pain that that is simple proof that there truly exists something above your dark moment. And realize that this is all going on WHILE you're in your darkness.
And that's a great first start out of suffering.
Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com
'Learn About Life From Another Perspective'
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September 9, 2006
Found: The Purpose of Living
If you're one of the few people wondering if there's a purpose to your existence, I'm venturing to add to my continuing series of articles on this topic of a life's purpose that it's not a matter of what IF there's no purpose to life, instead, I purport the concept that there is NO purpose to life.
So just how did I come across this seemingly bleak statement? Well, for starters I've recently come to the personal conclusion that I've only been hanging onto the thought and the hope and the belief that there is a purpose to existence.
And joined to this thinking is the thought that I have been one of the unfortunate one's who has yet to stumble upon, or even trip over, my life's purpose along my personal life's journey.
I guess at times I even entertained the thought that perhaps there was a sadistic spiritual joke being played upon the human called 'Andre Best'.
Regardless of all this background and personal insight and posing of funky bleak questions, I still find it kind of troubling to think that there is no real purpose to life and no divine intention that we're all supposed to fulfill before they're shoveling dirt in our face.
For so many years I had focussed on and worked towards and kept myself moving towards the belief, the hope, that there truly was a genuine purpose that I personally had to be working towards.
This was, in a sense, giving my life meaning and something to work towards. But I guess in my case it became not so much a task towards an end but rather an obsession. And the more I worked towards defining my purpose, or so I thought, the more frustrated I became.
You see, a defining purpose is ultimately what we're all seeking, that is, the seekers in life who are seeking. We want there to be an answer. We want there to be a solution to every problem that comes across our Life desk. And we don't like the unknown so when there is an area of our life that is unknown it is especially important to fill that hole. With something.
And if the actual answer can't be found to fill the hole with then the substitute will suffice.
In my case that substitute was the search for an answer.
Viktor Frankl states in 'Man's Search for Meaning' that if a person is given a 'why' then they will find a 'how'. What this means is that if a person is given a reason to live, a defining purpose, then that is enough to get them through the times in their life that are especially difficult when they don't know 'how' they're going to get through that time. But finding a 'why' is enough to give them the strength to find the 'how' to carry them forward beyond the darkness of that moment in time.
Along my path, my 'why' was to find a purpose to my existence and even though the 'how' to address that 'why' was to pursue many avenues focusing on inner development and personal growth the 'how' still wasn't enough to satiate this inner drive towards the so-called answer I was pursuing.
Why? Because the 'why' became a problem, in my case. That is, the 'why' for me became the goal to pursue.
Specifically, I expected to find out why I was placed here on this plane and once discovered, everything would be taken care of for me. But, unfortunately, things weren't to be that simple.
I've realized that because I couldn't figure out my defining 'why' I became focussed on the pursuit of the 'why' and that didn't allow me to take advantage of any 'how's' that may have found their way across my path.
Let me state this another way...
Because I pursued my own personal 'why' but I couldn't find it I glommed onto the process of finding that 'why'. But the only thing I didn't do was to actually find out my own personal why. More on that in a bit.
I guess that I'm like many people on this life quest for answers. Instead of finding the answer that I expect to exist I became focussed on the search.
The quest.
The process.
The expectation.
And in the end, somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that perhaps - just perhaps - there is no 'why'.
But all along I had become so identified with the 'pursuit' of my own why that it never even occurred to me that maybe there isn't any end answer to the long quest(ion).
Think about it, outside of a religious perspective why does there have to be a reason for each of us existing on this plane for the short few decades (if we're so lucky) that we happen to be physical creatures?
Some would say it is to come to a sense of completion in this or that aspect of our life individually or with another one or many people, this time around. Others would say that perhaps our existence is so that we can learn to become spiritual creatures to the best of our human abilities.
And even some would say our existence is to become perfect human beings.
But, outside of all these human-driven explanations perhaps one should also consider on a very deep internal level that just maybe there is no purpose to our individual existence.
Now, before some of you think 'Whoa, back that spiritual truck up dude!' let me shed some light on the seemingly dark statement I just placed in your e-lap.
Ponder the remote possibility that there is no ultimate reason for a person's existence.
No becoming a boss of a Fortune 100 company.
No becoming a holy saint and helping the poor, unfortunate, and downtrodden.
Even no becoming the best parent to your kids and shoulder to cry on for your family and friends. None of that.
Now, I'm not espousing that any of those intents are bad, or wrong, or unnecessary in this world. We all know otherwise in many ways that they are needed.
What I'm getting at is that perhaps we are just meant to be born, go through our personal allotment of roughly 25,000 days day by day by day, and then go back into the abyss that we came from.
Now, does that have to be such a bad thing to consider and perhaps even accept? Maybe for some. But for others, like me, it is something that is giving me relief that there just might not be a 'higher purpose' why I personally was placed vertically on this planet for this period of time.
And there's nothing wrong with that. In fact there's everything good with that potentiality.
Unloading that type of mental burden is beginning to show me that there is another way to exist on this plane.
That is, in the moment. With the moment.
It's freeing up the space in my mind that heretofore was focussed with incredible precision on the 'quest'. And while this was going on, the present moment was passing by to my obliviousness.
That's not good. Why? Well, with all that going on, how can one be present to the moment-by-moment life we all live?
How can one be present to what is happening in the now, internally and externally, when one is thinking about the potential future discovery of the 'why'?
How can one be in relation to the world and others in it when one is absent even to themselves mentally with a preoccupation of discovering this elusive answer to this non-necessary question posited?
Again, by focusing on the 'why' the present moment is missed. Over and over and over.
And by letting go of the 'why' free and easy, the thinking about 'why' is dissipated and room is made for 'now', free of thoughts.
Acceptance.
Resolution.
Possibility.
Right now, where I'm at, this insight I've recently come to is very intriguing to say the least. And how impacting is it appearing to be?
That's easy to answer. It's already coagulated enough in my gray matter that I'm able to share it with you.
So, tell me... how impacting is it for you?
Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com
'Learn About Life From Another Perspective'
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September 2, 2006
Welcome to Blogaholic's Anonymous
Hello. My name is Andre and I'm a blogaholic. Here's my story...
Let me start out by stating that if you don't have a blog, you should get one. Why? Well, outside of the typical benefits of blogging that are tossed around Internet websites and blog software forums I've experienced a rather pleasant benefit via my personal blog that not many people mention.
Let me explain...
I was prodding my lifelong friend during the last year to get on the blogging bandwagon with me but he continued to state that he didn't see much need for it in his life, nor his potential to contribute anything worthwhile to the Internet blogging community. However, that changed recently after he realized that there were a fair number of insights he had about his business field that could be useful to certain people.
And so his life coaching business blog was e-born after many months of indicisive cyber-labor. I'm glad he did this, as we all have something that could be beneficial to someone, if even our-self.
You see, one can go about spouting out the benefits of blogging and describe how a blog is a shortened moniker for a web-log, or weblog. And professionals can go about stating that web-logs are a network of blogging communities, or rings, and so on and so forth. But no matter how the term is coined by Internet blog guru's I like to view my personal blog at www.andrebest.com as a different beast with a different purpose.
Prior to andrebest.com I solely focussed on my MLM blog at one of my other websites which focuses on this home-based business concept but I found that it was way too restrictive for all the thoughts that were jostling around this ol' noggin of mine. I was fine writing about home-based business stuff as it relates to MLM, but I also wanted to write about LIFE. And since that is a much broader topic, to be sure, it needed a much wider spectrum of potential coverage.
And so andrebest.com was born in the summer of 2005.
What I've learned since starting andrebest.com is that it turned out to be an online 'diary' of sorts and even though this was a rather unexpected outcome of my blogging effort with this website I am rather pleased that it turned out as it did.
Many blogging guru's tout that people should get into blogging so as to improve links to their other sites and to add to their content pages online and to monetize their website traffic by advertising on their blog. Well, that's all fine and dandy and true to a certain extent, but there is this secondary outcome of these efforts that I've discovered for those who are more serious about the intent of blogging in the first place.
You see, when one likes to write and share information and 'help' others this person is going to experience the added benefit of releasing this information out of their mind and putting it onto e-paper, so to speak. Even though one's external intent may be to improve their online 'business', the inner benefit is in my opinion a cathartically therapeutic one and can perhaps be even more beneficial to the blogger herself.
Stating this another way, have you noticed how you feel better when you 'come out' through verbal expresssion with whatever is bugging you about a situation, a person, or an event? How about when you feel all stressed inside and you go out into nature, or call a good friend to chat about your stress, or take a warm shower to cool off? Wouldn't you agree that all of these actions amount to a beneficial release of sorts because what is inside comes out cathartically through exterior actions?
Well, in my opinion, writing online via a blog is no different. It's a release of information -- be it an opinion, a fact, a neat tidbit, a diatribe, or a simple commentary about (fill-in-the-blank).
Whenever I write for my blog I make sure that I have something worthwhile to share for you, my readers, so that I too can have this release via this intrinsic sharing I'm undertaking via my words onto a webpage. And because of this I find when I have thoughts in my head that they are there for a reason, that is, they're wanting expression outside of me. And, voila!, another entry is born at andrebest.com for people around the world to read and hopefully glean useful insights from.
I would wholeheartedly encourage anyone even considering the possibility of starting their own blog, or even pondering the usefulness of such an endeavor, to start blogging right away. Just make sure that you are a person who likes to write, likes to share, and that you are someone who continues to have many thoughts or insights throughout your days that pertain to your blog's subject matter.
You see, after a while a blog kind of becomes a labor of love. That's because there is a fair amount of 'labor' involved with writing, so you better 'love' adding to your blog on a continuous basis over the years.
Again, everyone has something to share. Everyone has experiences and useful information that someone, somewhere, can benefit from.
And as I explained through my personal cathartic experience since starting andrebest.com that it is actually beneficial to release this information out into the world, it only makes sense to take advantage of an avenue that allows for all of this sharing and cathartic releasing to occur.
And, hey, if one can make money at it or become known as an expert in a chosen blog subject that's only an added bonus that I think no one would complain about.
So if you're someone who genuinely enjoys writing on a chosen subject(s) of a personal or business nature, do yourself (and the online blogging community) a favor and get your personal blog going today.
Okay, that's the end of my story about how I came to be here at Blogaholics Anonymous.
Who wants to go next?...
Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com
'Learn About Life From Another Perspective'
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