"I am so lonely, but I know there is a plan. There must be. I can muscle through my life until the next move is clear. I miss you all so much. I am alone for most of the time. It's just me and the cats and dogs. Nobody comes up. Nobody stops by. It's not like it used to be -- so full of life. Perhaps I'll move down there with you. But not now. There is a plan, and I must follow it. I must follow it even though it's too quiet around here."
Just after my father had passed away, I took a walk to the small factory down the street from where I grew up to inquire about a job. The building made noise and produced wood chips and saw dust, but what else, I couldn't say. I figured I could sweep up those chips, that saw dust. The big bearded man said I was too young, only ten, which is why I probably cried all the way home. I have since learned something from that event. My life since that point has consisted of me doing my best to earn money no matter how menial the chore. This attitude, this "I'll do it no matter how much you will pay me so long as it is something" way about doing business has, I have discovered, put me into a box of my own making. There are successful people out there who do not undersell their skills. They have a confidence about them that I, coming from a place of great need, have never had. I think it is time to reexamine how I rate my skills and how I value my...
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