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From my young adult years on, I have gravitated toward business ownership. I naturally saw the world as a potential playground for creation, and I quickly stepped into roles as director, coach, 1st business owner, and finally, Business #2 came along. So, I signed up for a twenty-year ride that built me up, broke me down, and let me go. I'm nearing my fourth anniversary of leaving the business world, and I take pleasure from time to time in sifting through the many memories as tarot cards placed for future meaning.
I'm an ideas guy. My ADHD-wired mind darts from platform to platform, gathering data for creative packaging. Then I crossed paths with a new trend opportunity and went for it. I Rented a location, secured my brand, made T-shirts, ran advertising, spread the word, and boom, my start-up took off! During the first five years, the ideas flowed in, and I implemented and integrated them into a physical design that clicked. People wanted more.
At this point, I began bringing in team members based on a training manual I compiled from my experience filling a business leadership role. I expanded and adjusted the training design, and although the pace slowed, I saw success. But then a new sensation appeared, ghostly at first, an uneasy mist. I tried to get away from it by throwing myself into an urgent sorting and resorting of data details, but the uneasiness grew. Next came whispering voices in my head, getting increasingly more aggressive. "You don't, can't know that, you're making it up, you're crazy, that's ridiculous, start over."
