It’s time. I woke up one day and realized I have pretty little left. And yet all those self-help books seem to say a person hits the peak of their creativity at a certain point in life and if hey haven’t done with their life what they were called to in the first place, its going to be really hard.
Of course it is usually not easy to hit back with, “what about Capt. Sanders, Abe Lincoln and that William Shatner guy?”
This guy I know went and did a few years of time in school, following the rules and basically being the hopeless being that our school system requires we be. Until after he’d tried his hand at uni and finding that he didn’t really want to be a learned business person, learned here meaning he’d got all his business smarts from class, he jumped and rebelled against The Man.
At the moment, he is about to become a banker and a lawyering type. On his own terms.
They say from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it by force. There is no time to play Goldilocks. Playing fair has not helped.
So I am taking the plunge. I am starting my own business and against all the ridicule for believing in Robert Kiyosaki, I am putting my retirement plan in motion. All that stuff about “start small, start slow but start, goddamit” is now informing my actions.
And I just love the rush.
And just for just, I am switching templates.