Retirement Mojo Philosophy: Retirement is NOT an event. It's not a someday. It's not a number with an ass load of zeroes behind it. It's not age 62, 67 or 70 when you can start taking social security. It's not a life of sacrifice until you get the AARP cards in the mail. It's not a time to crawl up on top of your mountain of money, so bored out of your mind that you take a long, long, ass nap until it's time to meet your maker. It's not living in mortal fear when the price of things go up. It's not shitting your Depends over elections because you're worried some ass hat politician will cut your benefits. It's not miscalculating the "numbers" and then burdening your kids to take care of you until you croak. Retirement Mojo (which is night and day different than Trad Retirement)... ...is a process. That doesn't start SOMEDAY! It starts NOW! ⏲️ I don't want to stop producing income. I don't want to sit around picking toe jam out from between my toes. I just want to produce income WITHOUT ALL THE THINGS I HATE! I want to wake up at 4 am without an alarm clock because (almost) EVERYTHING on my list "to do" is something that is a 10 out of 10 on the mojo meter for me! I want to do THAT until the day someone throws a shovel of dirt on my face complete with my shit eating grin! I was 38 the day I started RETIRING. NOT from retiring from producing income! But RETIRING from doing the shit I hated to produce the income. For example: On a mojo scale of 1 to 10... Where 1 is... I'd rather let Marsellus Wallace call his boys from Compton to go medieval on my ass. To 10... ...Where I get a spiritual erection that lasts longer than 4 hours Managing Sales People was about a 2. A constipated calendar oozing with sales calls was about a 3. The rest of my day (at the time) was filled with 8s and 9s. So... I fired my sales people. And challenged myself to figure out HOW to sell stuff WITHOUT the sales calls. The funny thing is... The "figuring it out" part was actually a NINE on the Mojo Scale for me.

If Flames had a theme song? What would it be? Gonna Fly Now? Eye of the Tiger? 😆(I'm an 80s child!) Lawd, please HELP ME!

Our MISSION! … produce a community that will provide income today, income tomorrow and income forever… That is so simple, scalable and sustainable… We can do it… …from our cell phones …in one hour a day …in a one person business That’s the MAIN focus and mission for Flames! Our tool is an evergreen, movement based community that grows on its own because members are inspired to share! Rooting for Ya, Travis PS Remember complexity is our enemy. There are different kinds of groups and communities. There are fifty eleven strategies to grow and monetize them. We don’t need to get bogged down with any of that! Focus on the simple plan I’m laying out here for ya: 👉 To cover our LIVING expenses (if you’ve got $5k to $10k a month) You only NEED one main way to grow your community. (Get your members to promote the community) You only NEED one main way to monetize (one auction per month) Once you’ve covered your living expenses and bought control of your time back! Then we can focus on LIFESTYLE and add a new growth method and a new monetization method! ($10k to $100k a month is possible here.) Also… Watching what I’m doing here might be helpful:-)

Thaaaank you Flame of the Day @Sam Bragg! You are crowned with the FIRST post to be included in the classroom! ===>FLAMING Posts by Our Members I suuuuper appreciate the TLC you've put into CFM! Rooting for Ya, Travis PS The more we show appreciation for contributors to the community the better we ALL GET! If you see a post that is FLAMING POST worthy - please throw some 🔥on it!

Like a lot of people in here that started a Skool subscription, you probably got 14 days to try it out. Today, my first payment came out for the Hobby Plan. $9 isn't much, but it's a sign of commitment. Commitment to following the principles laid out in this community. One community, one hour a day to cover my monthly nut. My community now has 19 members and growing. I admit, I feel a bit like Chris Farley in Tommy Boy.