Network and the 30-second elevator speech.

I’m a freelance writer and I don’t talk about it here on this blog. This is a first for me.  I jumped into the entrepreneurial pool back when I was in High School. I was dazzled by the allure of using my mind to create solutions to problems. I wanted the challenge of taking a product and developing a market for it. My dreams were giants. I’d get high off the scent of OfficeMax, though now I think it was mostly the toner ink causing that. I delighted in paper, ink pens, folders and file structures, whiteboards and yearly planners, highlighters and sticky notes. All the tools of the trade, right at my fingertips.

Failure is necessary for entrepreneurial success. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I started businesses where I was the only employee from opening to closing. I choose against incorporation so I don’t use the vaulted title of CEO. I’m just a sole proprietorship business owner. Each of my business collapsed. Each took a big chunk out of my financial life. I learned a great deal each time. I figured out why I failed each time. I can teach what I learned to anyone wanting to start their own business.

I am a small business consultant now. I am here to help you avoid the pitfalls in starting a small business in your first five years of existence. I can write all that copy and advertising material for your business, set up your workflow, tailor my suggestions for your industry and budget and if you need I can either help pre-screen a freelance personal assistant for your paperwork needs or for a limited time I can serve as a personal assistant for an additional fee on top of my consulting. I endeavour to be a full-service consultant according to your goals and business dreams. I will partnership with you to create your dream into reality.

Yet my greatest challenge, far greater than being an entrepreneurial member of society has been myself. Look at me! I have a ton of problems. I’ve failed so many times my ego thinks bandaids are a fashion statement! Embarking on a quest for enlightenment, I studied at the feet of the greatest people ever produced on this planet. Years, four years I studied at the feet of the greatest.

Now, I am profoundly humbled to offer to you what I have absorbed.
The first lesson is free.






Hot Off the Press: Ultra Rare Blog Spotlight

Now for something a little different: I’d like everyone to met Paul Sunstone. We go, way-way back in internet time. Thanks to WordPress and Paul’s incessant need to create, we found our way back to each other. So now I eagerly await each of his posts, when he chooses to drop them from his vaulted high throne, like dropping eggs that go smoosh on my head. Yes, sometimes they are just as messy.

But I say this all in jest. I love that man dearly. I’ve found him to be an insightful writer and puzzler of the human mind. But he’s so much more than that to me. He makes me laugh, stroke my chin in contemplation and see the world in new ways and I appreciate that. So, here’s to Paul! Go visit him and sit for a spell.

Café Philos: an internet café

A blog dedicated to the joy and adventure of thinking (and often spiced with humor).

Help! They had a buttonhold on me!

It’s Friday again.

I think my roller-coaster stopped to let a few of my marbles off. Nothing like going up an down, up and down till you beg for mercy. Mercy!

I started planning this post a few days ago. Between wanting to pick up the gratitude journal again, which really needs to complete the switch to Monday instead and wanting to start a new journaling project; I’ve been ruminating.

I haven’t been pleased with a bushel of things in my life. All of them alone are minor quibbles but like dust-bunnies, they multiplied and ganged up on me. I’ve been held hostage for years by these things! Threating me to be that last dirt dish in the sink..a sparkingly sink…gasp..or to be that one Lego on the floor that makes sure I step on it first in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom…the horror..or even to be that one more thing…that breaks my back…’cause surely I can carry it all on my own. I yanked out my secret weapon! Back you, beastly feigns! I’m waving around my living room with a pen in hand as I start sword fighting with these beasts. And I laugh! I laugh! Deep and full rumbling belly laugh and BAM! glitter rains down all around me.

Teehee. I laugh. If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry over all that spilled milk that missed the glass. I’d rather laugh than walk hand in hand with sorrow.

That new journaling project I’m wanting to work on? It’s about self-compassion.

Stay tuned good folks out there and give it a go – laugh!

The Week That Was

Gratitude Friday

Oh goodness. It’s been a heck of a week! If a lifetime can be packed into seven days, this was the week that was. I’m not sure where to even start a recap. I’ve been on G+ way too much! The outpouring of poetry that’s spilling out of my soul has swamped my G+ wall. I need to copy all of it to my poetry blog. I’m really glad I’m writing poetry again. It’s been over a decade since I’ve had this much coming out. It’s taken a bit of following in other’s footsteps to get that muscle working again. But it worked and now I’ve got a flood just pouring out. No way am I sticking the stopper in it again!

With my girls visiting with grandparents, I’ve worked on a lot of internal projects. In the process, I’ve lost myself, found myself, deeply felt every emotion, cried my eyes out and found something I wasn’t even looking for. That was actually last week. Much of it continued through this week too. I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a nutter, okay, never mind, I know I’m a nutter; I had an experience that I can only describe as mystical touching of the Divine.

The hard part to accepting this experience is I want to share this so much. To share the joy of this and I found I could not. Not because of fear, I have lost that but because my loved ones lack understanding of me and well just me. The only person I desperately wanted to share this with, well, was not receptive is an understatement. It is a worthy lesson.

However, I refuse to let other’s actions diminish the joy and happiness I found. I am happier than I have been in a very long time. I’m smiling so much my cheeks hurt. I am laughing and cracking jokes with my husband. I can feel the twinkle in my eyes! My heart feels so much lighter. It’s left me dancing!

Oh, joy abundant and overflowing!

So, onward to the joys of thankfulness;

Thank You for leaving the footsteps I followed. I may have been miles behind but each step brought me closer to me and taught me lessons along the way.

Thank You for my insanity. I know, that’s odd. Yet It’s me and I’m really glad to be just me, not some other mask that’s worn, not some pale shadow of a woman, not some appendage of another’s personality.

Thank You for all of life’s joys. Oh, these joy’s make all the pickles of life worthwhile.

Thank You for Music! Oh, yes, music. To get lost in the sounds and words that move the soul brings me a joy, a happiness.

Thank You for my Men in my life. I know, oh I know how difficult I am to live with. I’m stuck in my own head 99% of the time. Yet all of you have stood by me, held my hand when I needed it, offered comfort when I asked and have continued to prove your love for me just by being you. You are all my safe harbors when my ship blows into your ports. Thank you for being what I’ve needed. I am loved, so very much loved. I love you all.

grins Now as I end this, let me encourage all of you to go out there and love. Take a risk and love.

Oops, one more thing. Check out this artist, Aurora.