In the beginning there was the word and the...

word was "crap" I thought to myself. "I really did it this time. Yes, I did the unthinkable especially in an economy like we have today. I quit my six figure, 6 coke a day (soda, really), double helpings of stress, management position to pursue my dreams. I wish someone had slapped me up side the head. I can hear a whole lot of "Cmon Man" comments in the audience.

I wish I could blame it on brownies me and my college friends ate the night before or hallucinogenic mushrooms in my cobb salad, but no. I must stand here a 40 year old something used to be "Professional" as say I just up and quit. Of course I had a plan, but the plan is taking strange forays into weird uncertain places. For instance, now that money has been low for a while, I have conjured up ways other than my speaking and writing career to make money.

Let's review a few:

• Created T-shirt Web Store on Cafepress.com located at http://www.cafepress.com/recr8tor (To date no sales but feel free to make a sympathy purchase)

• Add Google Adsense to my websites, after 3 months I am up to $5.12 (C'mon Mama needs a new pair of shoes)

• Created an eBook selling Obama's Inaugural Speech in electronic format, http://obamainauguralspeech.weebly.com (The jury is still out on this one)

• Now creating websites for others because I have gotten too good at it http://basicwebsitesnow.weebly.com (Cheap quick and good, no hosting fees)

Of course, there is always the option to finish my book and get on with my speaking, coaching and writing career. I guess these attempts at success in other areas were just an excuse to appease my fear, my internal critic that I need money now not six months from now. So I closed the word processor and opened the internet browser and went to town. Funny it all sounds good in the beginning, but just leads to the back alley where someone takes your wallet, kicks you and laughs while running away.

It has been seven months now, I am unemployed and pretty much freaking out since my life savings started drying up. Illusions of grandeur of my new career are now being traded in for well written resume and prayers at night that I'll get the job. I just have to wonder is God listening or laughing...I would be okay with both...Amen