The Fire That Burns
Art The fire behind my career as an art mogul came from the pure and unadulterated joy brought from admiring and collecting individual pieces. The business sprung from my attempts to dress the walls...
Art The fire behind my career as an art mogul came from the pure and unadulterated joy brought from admiring and collecting individual pieces. The business sprung from my attempts to dress the walls...
FIREpreneur Joe over at Retire by 40 wrote a wonderful post asking the question Do You Need to Be an Entrepreneur to Retire Early? He writes: Most early retirees probably aren’t entrepreneurial. They are...
Who Does That? Who does that? It was almost a whisper. Her overwhelming brown eyes boring into my soul as her lips curled into a half-moon smile. Her hands attached to elbows bent at...
Gratitude Wednesday There is only one downside to this great financial independence community. Everyone is just too damn accomplished! While safely setting aside my own insane jealousy, it’s impossible not to be awe-inspired by...
Risk Management I spend a lot of time discussing risk management with my patients. There are those things we can’t control, mostly genetics and bad luck. For everything else, there’s a plan. Diet...
Good Decision/Bad Decision Today’s subject will hopefully be part of a regular series of Monday posts. As you recall, I recently started Gratitude Wednesdays. This series will focus on my past decisions to shed...
Golden Handcuffs My boss mocks me. He dangles the golden handcuffs in front of my face before locking them securely in place. My arms pinned behind my back, I am impotent. I struggle despite...
High Income/Broke Anyway After being an employee for an academic medical center for the first several years of practice, I joined an established medical group. The owner was gracious enough to hire me in...
Post Goal Plan Goals are a beautiful thing. They are the peak of the mountaintop, the last luscious seconds of an unobtainable dream, and the vision that keeps us striving daily. Although without goals...
Allergic to Success I have a friend. Let’s call him Stan. Stan is deathly allergic to shellfish. OK, not deathly allergic, but every time he eats lobster his face blows up, his lips appear...