Ownership ...
Oy Vey ... I thought working 60+ hours a week for someone else was hard ... Currently I'm working 55+ for myself while spending all my time outside of there sleeping, running around to acquire the perfect items and just hoping I'm not totally fucking up my life.
I left a paying gig to take a chance on me ... No guaranteed income ... No promise of rent being paid just total jump into the unknown.
So far it's come with perspective, increased dreams, Saturday nights of tears, exhaustion I've never known, my family being there for the most important moment and my best friend proving her weight in gold can't even touch her true worth.
... And this is just the beginning ...
We are about to be launched into a realm of unknown as a preferred vendor for an events planning company that will take us to heights that I can't even yet fathom.
But that has made my dreams huge ...
I think I am ready ...
Lord, I hope I am ready ...
