Many moons ago I would’ve belted out in laughter if you had told me God would have assigned me to go into business for myself. Like most American citizens, my comfort had found commonplace in the 9 to 5, 8 to 4, 7 to 3 work schedule…weekends off, and no real desire to go to work other than for the paycheck that never seemed to be enough. Recession proof? Maybe, yes…but my life seemed pointless. Here I had a gift that if given a shot, maybe could be one of those Apple startups,…or pre-Google days when I’m sure the word sounded funny to everyone who heard it.
Now…I’m glowing. Starting out with of course the means of my own. Risky? Hell, yes! But I don’t think I ever lived life safe. Makes it more interesting. I’ve got fireplace chat for days…rocking chair memories with the grandkids, that they will sit, hypnotized, starry-eyed at the story-line manifesting before their eyes of how I took every opportunity God gleaned my way!
The office is coming along. I snagged a helluva deal for fear of missing out on it later. For now, it has the basics. Bit by bit, I add a little something extra to personalize my space. I call it my art studio actually. I’ve always been a creative warrior…tackling the canvas of any medium with beast-like ambition. So I’ve made room for my days of fabric shopping, B&W photographs, art gallery patronage, and interior design.
It’s perfect. It’s all mine and it’s nothing like what you expect. No coffee brewing. No outdated magazines. No receptionist. Just a space among other creative soldiers…a contractor, graphic designer, brand manager, computer engineer, and me…chilling where the mosaic tile showcase ends. 
Lovely space!!!!!! Cute chair