<div class="span index">1</div> <span><a class="" data-remote="true" data-type="html" href="/series/action-academy-replace-the-job-you-hate-with-a-life-you-love">Action Academy | Replace The Job You Hate With A Life You Love</a></span>
Ready to replace your 6-figure salary with real freedom? This is the podcast for high earners who feel stuck in jobs they’ve outgrown. If you’re asking, “How do I actually replace $10K–$20K/month so I can quit and never look back?” — welcome home. At Action Academy, we teach you how to buy small businesses and commercial real estate to create cash flow that actually replaces your job. Monday through Friday, you’ll learn from 7–9 figure entrepreneurs, real estate moguls, and acquisition pros who’ve done it — and show you how to do it too. Hosted by Brian Luebben (@brianluebben), who quit his 6-figure sales role in 2022 to build a global business while traveling the world. If you're a high-income earner ready to become a high-impact entrepreneur, this show is your playbook. Subscribe now and start your path to freedom — or keep pretending your job will get better someday....
When we two parted BY George Gordon Byron In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy check and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrw to this。 The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now。 Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame。 They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me- Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well- Long, Long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell。 In secret we met- In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit decieve。 If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.
When we two parted BY George Gordon Byron In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy check and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrw to this。 The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now。 Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame。 They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me- Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well- Long, Long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell。 In secret we met- In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit decieve。 If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.