Photo by Alexandra
Saturday, October 19, 2019
My first year of entrepreneurship, writing, and re-developing myself is defined by many words. Over the next 44 days my posts will include a story, person, or ‘thing’ which describes me or the journey to the days I left an opportunity to continue making well over six figures a year.
Testing the communities who have encouraged me, people who support me, and true grit of sticking to a passion only a small number of people understand, the goal is to see this plan through.
If you felt you had a rich enough community of people who’d help fuel your dreams onto the next level, wouldn’t you at least ask them? WordPress readers, family or friends, former co-workers, or our paths have crossed at some point, you’ll begin to see my story shape in ways I can’t describe today.
It’s only day one; things may change tomorrow. I’m curious to see how this plays out. I’m curious to understand who my stories will inspire. If you decide to help me, let me know what struck your giving heart.
For now, I’ll start with a quick poem off the top of my head:
What is done is did, chaos in the mind but order forgives.
See what others don’t see, never seeing a road for what it comes to be.
In a year of running up hilltops of glory, I’m writing successfully with failure worries.
Regarding Trello, I have a plan – which changes daily and flexibility? Oh man…
It’s required in this life because people will knock to intrude your light.
Keep envisioning with one thing in mind; have a concrete plan but don’t ignore time.
I’m here because one plan didn’t go so well.
Asking for help I feel vulnerable – readers, I need your care.
Despite the many people who appreciate what I stand for, the price I pay is fear. Often having to re-plan in the moment, so my dream stays near.
I’ll conclude with this, failing to plan is planning to fail. You can draw up a vision board, I’ll draw you someone who laughs. You can task your day correct all morning, but with each completed task comes more work out of it.
Honestly in the beginning of this write of faith, I even planned for fear. Blessed; I planned to be here.
It’s year one’s learning curve. No wander so many people go back to work.
A year into this journey I’m onto plan C. Attempting to gain support from readers, writers, strangers and entrepreneurs who I can look up to in the future. It was never my plan to become the virtual beggar, but it’s what a writer must do.
The GoFundMe campaign this story kicks off is more than an ‘I need your money’ operation. It’s to protect a dream, a passion, a drive, because I’m that crazy in love with this process.
How far am I willing to go to keep this dream? Do I have what it takes to get readers to support me? Follow my stories and time will tell. Dare me to write on through an unthinkable plan.
Thinking soon I’ll be thanking you after all these stories. So, here’s to day one — follow me to success, or to done. Either way in between my plan is to see it, and this is how I said it learning Japanese growing up, owari.