The biggest shock most people have when they begin to build their own enterprise is the amount of time they need to dedicate to it. It is hard. It is even harder to find individuals who will commit to your cause in the same fashion that you have. There is no free time, or days off, the money can be tight, or worse there could be lots of it. The new business becomes a relationship in its own right. Full of life experiences and challenges that are rewarding opportunities for growth. It is an uncomfortable experience. Your family will doubt you. Probably because they know you. They will have seen a hundred times where something was started and never finished. Or, some vice perhaps that may cause a downfall. You know it, they know it and it is the biggest hurdle you will have to overcome. Making it worse is the reaction to a failure. But for some reason an idea may have settled in your thought process that you can do this, whatever it is. That you have what it takes to go and make it happen. A students teach, B students work for C students because they were too stupid to know it couldn’t be done and they went and did it. You see, there is no need to reinvent the wheel. There is an abundace of formulas, recipes for success, and plans, that will show you the way. Some of the best can be found right here in TRT. It will all be on your shoulders thuough. Win, lose, or draw, it is up too you. And it will take every ounce of your being to learn how to become responsible for the struggle you are about to engage in. I knew a man once who walked away from a good paying job because he wanted more. He started a store that sold mattresses. He told me that one day his wife asked him why he was working so hard to sell these mattreses, why so much for advertising. He told her that if we don’t sell this many mattresses by Friday, we don’t eat next week. That is pressure. You either rise up to meet the occassion or you go back to working a job. My friend is a wealthy man today. Bills are of no concern to him. By all yardsticks with which we measure financial independence he is there.

Time to wake up and get the Turkey ham and stuffing out your asses. Let’s run jump lift roll punch kick push pull and pummel our way towards our goals. Kiss your mom wife kids or dog and let them know how great the holiday was with this but now it’s BACK TO BUSINESS!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Long story shower I got a very strange phone call yesterday afternoon. Over a year ago I got hooked up with a realtor i knew from way back to find me a spot to live based on a specific criteria. Many different channels were suggested to me during this time and low and behold someone finally reached out to me. Unfortunately because I’m not a fit for what they have available I didn’t qualify for the offer but this is the second time in 3 weeks that something regarding my move to upgrade my housing situation has come closer to reality. I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing and not stop until I get what I want.

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When I was a boy there was a rooster. It was an absolute monster that more resembled a dinosuar in appearance and temperment than a farm bird. Every day we had to feed the cows we had. Three squares of regular hay to one square of alfalfa and a scoop of grain. My cousin Nancy typically got flogged the most. We both hated and were terrified of this bird. So we decided to team up and handle this universal threat. This boss monster of the barnyard was going ot get it. I fell upon the idea that what I need was a weapon. A big ass stick ought to do the trick. As my father, uncle and grandpa overheard this they felt that the best thing to do was watch. And so we entered the this stinking hellish nightmare of the barnyard from hell. And it saw us. Rotating its head side to side to size us up. Nancy went into the little barn area where we had the hay. It had a door. I was suddnely alone. I was now fair game and it charged, wings spread wide with a sinsiter battle cry. I swung with everything I had, I kncoked it back across the barnyard, it landed like Ali and charged again. The sound was unholy and I could see teeth in the beak, it might have even become somewhat larger. Again I took a swing and all of the sudden it’s groundhog day. Holy Cow! this isn’t working. The entire time there are peels of laughter from the men standing at the fence. “Git him Bryan!” As this terrifying remnant of the Cretaceous once agin charged I decide Im going to throw this stick. Well i did, and I missed. I froze. Now what. Buddy, it’s time to fall back and punt. The kick fight that ensued was glorious but I was losing ground and Nancy was working faster. She got done and I covered her exit while giving it as much hell as my 7 or 8 year old self could do. Such a titanic struggle. My cousin Carmen on the other hand, at 5, squatted down to look at a turkey and it pecked her on the nose. She grabbed it by the neck, bit and killed it. Learn to use what you have before you go wishing for something you think will do the trick.