In my desperate attempt to figure out why I've chosen the wrong men, why I am the way I am, and above all else what the hell I can do to fix it, I got sidetracked. This is not a rarity. It is almost as common as changing shoes. Anyway, I sort of had a bit of an epiphany. I've waited this long to figure out what's wrong with me, so why not just focus on something I do have a snowball's chance in hell of understanding: My bank account.
I had a meeting last week with a former colleague and business owner to toss around a few ideas. I will not pretend that the ideas we came up with are the sort of businesses that really will make a significant impact on someone's life (except perhaps those directly associated if it's successful). No, as usual it came down to what's bankable. All in all it wasn't terrible. The wine was good as was the company.
So although it's not the soul fulfilling sort of thing I wish I could do, perhaps it will end up being something I can do that won't make me want to nap or shoot myself during the workday. Time will tell.