Here`s my story: I`ve always known that I wanted to have my own business since I was a child. I loved finding ways to make $ while offering a quality product or service (we all call this entrepreneurial spirit, correct?). I babysat, packed bags at the local supermarket (then set up a little bag packing club where the group of us would pool our earnings, split the shares based on who brought in the most $ and/or referred a new "packer"), made clothing for dolls and sold them to relatives and friends for a profit, sold my lunch ticket books (I was a light eater back then, so there was no need to let the books go to waste
)Fast forward to the corporate environment of the `90s through today. Mergers, acquistions, restructurings, thankless/low morale work environments, and cost cutting further fueled the need to be MOB (my own boss). Then, it happened. Something that I had only about from others or seen on t.v.; layoffs occurred which meant that since I was one of the "lucky" ones, I had to assume additional responsibilities and complete them along with the old ones in an unrealistic manner. Like everyone I did the work. Promotions were announced (along with other awful activities) and the rest is history. It got to a point where my health (mental and physical) were being negatively impacted. If I was going to work as hard as I had been, why not do it for my destiny?
So now, I`m preparing for the exciting new move next month and I can`t wait! A new beginning to life, entrepreneurship, and the great beyond!



