I have operated in many capacities in my time, been a vocalist at many
functions, traveled a bit that if I do not ever board another airbus, it's all good.

Just when I was thinking am having the ride of my life, as it looked good from my vantage point,
reality said, "Not So!"

It appeared that someone had intentionally thrust their knee into my popliteal and from the
unexpected impact, my knee buckled and I was knocked out of balance and had landed flat on my face.
Man was I mad. Man did I sulk. Talk about pout?! 

Like in Steel Magnolias, I wanted to hit someone, anyone, or something, anything, so hard.
I had worked hard to get to the coveted position I had realized and in a snap of the fingers it was all lost.

I then had a new-found and an unwanted position.

I had one right left, I felt and that right was to POUT! And that I did.

But you know what? ... I just could not keep it up. My pouting days had to end.

No More Pouting! ...I am learning life's skills to get to where I call a better place.

My "bestest" place...wooohooo!  Can't wait to get there!

As a teenager, youth leaders introduced me to entrepreneurship, something was missing I thought.

I was going through the motions and wanted no part of it. Today I wonder if they had a crystal ball or

something. In addition, my mom nagged, "Be your own boss!"
There were days I wanted to talk up and ask, why aren't you your own boss?

Looking back, I see my mom's involvement in direct and retail sales as her part in entrepreneurship.

Did mom have a crystal ball to advise me in such a way?
How could mom be so forceful in determining my destiny?
Does my mom know what it cost me?

I attended college so I would not have to become an entrepreneur. Now am starting all over.

Is entrepreneurship really the answer to end getting pitched by a boss who
hates my guts, a pay check not compensating me for my worth? Yada, yada?

Thanks Mom, I can say you knew what you were talking about and am blown away by this.

Today this is the road am taking.