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Wall Street’s Sharknado

The Story: If you’ve seen the movie, “The Big Short” that’s me (Brad Pitt – I wish, or maybe a hybrid of Pitt and Steve Carol.) Point is, I was at the epicenter of the collapse, feet on the ground, in Manhattan, on Wall Street – the day it all went down.

Mass chaos doesn’t do justice to describing the “Eye Wall” (pun intended) of this killer economic hurricane. It was sharknato.

sharknado

My story is rich with fear and greed, corporate corruption, big time attorneys, Wall Street, Main Street, from the highs of Heaven to the lows of Hades.

After pouring my young heart and soul into helping people, to the best of my ability, I realized the corruptness of mega-corporations. Understanding the only true purpose of a corporation, by definition is to build shareholder wealth. “At all cost” should be copied and pasted into Webster’s or Wikipedia (wait, I can do this myself.) Short term visionaries are responsible for ‘making the quarter’ and without regard to anything else, a plan is put in place to do just this. During the financial Sharknado of 2008, this left individuals, families and even the null soul of corporations devastated, it changed the people we are.

This leads me to allow anger and pain between me and the corporation. “Let it pass through.” I tell myself, it’s a mute point, null because the corporation does not care, it does not know how to feel – a corporation is an entity. It also helped me realize shrinking my circles was a good thing. The “Circle of Trust”, like Robert De Niro so eloquently described in the movie, “Meet the Parents” was immediately roped, with barbed wire, electric fences and super k-9’s named Cujo.

Some hid under their desk, whilst the storm passed and a few years later, peeked around to assess the damage. What they saw were clients crushed because half their life-saving disappeared. Retirement dreams shattered, homes up for sale, relationships severed, nervous breakdowns and even suicide was the aftermath. An economic storm that left a wake of broken people, confused, lost and knowing not, what to do next.

The Reality: Fortunately, we the people will win the war, but the toll of battles fought, between Daniel (Main Street) and Goliath (Wall Street), left our spirits broken, our minds and body tired and our bank account empty. No one ever really wins a war.

No one ever really wins a war.

The Outcome: The crucial blow, taking up to 5 years, or longer regain composure, left us alone and somewhat scared.

So, it’s time to evaluate the man in the mirror. If you don’t like what you see, make a decision to change life’s intention, from “More, Bigger, Faster” to “Leaving a legacy of positive impact, on others and the world.”

Re-organize life, a continuing process, and live simply. Create a workable plan to do more of what you love, improving quality of life, and work towards your legacy. Continue to “Fill the bucket” with dreams. Surround yourself with good people. Once this is done, there is no mountain too great to climb.

The journey starts not with having new vistas, but with having new eyes. ~Marcel Proust

 

cropped-ck-photo.jpgCharles Kochel founded Yield Wealth Management, helping people align their financial resources with what matters most to them. Yield Wealth is the first benefit corporation in Arkansas.

Charles also serves a non-profit, helping people of all ages reach their full potential. If you’d like to learn more about Yield Wealth, and how you might benefit from ‘mindful wealth management’ visit our website, http://www.yieldwealth.com.

Contact: charles@yieldwealth.com

Stupid Tuesday, #IowaCaucus

The political culture of modern day America brings out the U.G.L.Y. in our people. Biased egos emerge, feelings of “I’m smart, you’re dumb; I’m big, you’re little; I’m right, you’re wrong, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Sure, how we see our own candidates is foggy, at best. My man, Uncle Bernie – we seem to be on the same side of about 95% of debate issues. I see his qualities and actions towards fellow human beings, as friendly, hospitable, generous, gentle, caring and compassionate.

Someone who will use their strengths, on behalf of others, especially the weak, the poor and the ill.

Public display of such character, the candidate is recognized and stands out from the crowd. Humanity is recognized. A leader displaying openness and a big heart, sharing their wealth.

Wealth is more than just how much money you have.  Money is purchasing power. Wealth comes from your own definition of inner values.  The sum of your talents, creativity, dreams and fears.  It is all the qualities that are uniquely yours and make you happy—therefore determining the quality of your life.

"Were the Good People at?"

Elections are consumed by slander and hate. We keep on, despite the political wars that bring suffering to people and relationships, for so many – misery. It’s foreign, to me. What if our political culture changed and decidedly strive for harmony and community.

 

Creating societies, meant for the greater good, ending wars and seeking to heal communities is currently a dream. Trying to overcome the purpose of winning or losing an election is too much, for modern day politics. Anger, resentment, greed, aggressive competitiveness that rules today’s politics is corrosive and destroys harmony. Political candidates seek to destroy their opponent, both are victims.

No wonder, innocence in our children, disappears at such an early age. Elections leave me cold.

cropped-ck-photo.jpgCharles Kochel lives in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. “My goal in life is to leave a legacy of positive impact, on others and the world.” Charles serves as Director of Advancement for a non-profit helping people of all ages, through therapy, education and support reach their full potential.

His Wealth Management Firm, Yield Wealth Management is the first Benefit Corporation in Arkansas.

My Bucket

We must be responsible with our words. ~not today

Death of true love or loved person is too much. The reality of truly bad people and war is too much. Precious cargo, what matters most, taken. Controlling some parts of life is not possible, so we learn to let go.

I can bury my head in the sand, like the ostrich, but when I peak from the blinders hiding the truth, I see devastation. It’s possible to hide again, behind the offering of pills, alcohol and other drugs. Yet, escaping doesn’t have to be blunt (pun intended), I may also hide behind God and the church or any number of other truths.

The mantra of now is “Let’s Get Started.” When I reach the bottom of my bucket list, and the bucket is empty two things have happened. First, I’ve lived a full life. Second, my bucket didn’t hold enough dreams. Not because my bucket was small, but rather my dreams.

Relative, and naive it is, writing about such nonsense as myself. I learned long ago, conversation and writing about ones self is not good conversation. I give up on that one. If I show up and do things, extraordinary things, it’s of interest to most everyone – inspiring. Carpe’ Diem is a verb, so let’s get started.

To write about what came out of my bucket is ego, but to write what’s going into my bucket is goals. Goals are overrated, I’ll call it decisions and dreams. The only thing that can stop me is uncontrollable realities. I made a decision, “Only concentrate on what I can control.” So, let’s get started.

travel (ck backpack spain)

The road to Santiago or running with the bulls, depending on what stage of life or mood I’m in, at the point of Carpe Diem, goes into the bucket. It doesn’t matter why, I have a number of reasons, none of which makes any sense to me. No matter, in the bucket she goes. Remote alpine fly fishing, why not, it’s just a bucket holding dreams and decisions. New Zealand, yes. Tibet, yes. Labrador, why not – in the bucket – all of you.

Pushing the limits, not so much this time around. The concept left the last bucket, maybe never to return. The words “Maybe” and “In my opinion” somewhat absent from the bucket before, this round, in the bucket – I like you bunches. Listening more and speaking less, I need you in my bucket.

Love, compassion, empathy, philanthropy, courage, understanding, acceptance … all of you beautiful actions – get in the bucket and stay forever. Hate is not invited. Ego will be asked to leave more than once.  More is confusing, bigger and faster can do what they please, but sadness, broken hearts, anger you will be accepted, so into the bucket you go.

Mandolin, moreover me playing the mandolin, picking and grinning with friends, I place you, into my bucket. Friends, with whom to pick and grin, I escort you, into my bucket. A good dog, beaming with unconditional love, heal up, and follow me, inside the bucket. Spirituality, health, relationships, money, free time, hobbies, get in there.

Life will continue to present too much to handle, and when it does, I’m going to reach in my bucket and pull something out. I know what I love and what makes me happy, this all goes in to my bucket. I know things I do not love will make it’s way in; I’ll politely ask him to leave, accepting he came and was part of my life.

I’m not content with my words tonight, nor am I careful. I care, but I’m writing about me throughout, so nobody should really be interested in the first place. Carpe Diem, my friends, let’s get started.

The journey starts, not with new vistas, but with having new eyes.

~Marcel Proust