When do you--
get to enjoy yourself?
I'm 54. I have the most remarkable wife on the face of the planet,
we possess more money than I ever thought I'd see, we're debt free,
healthy as horses, Good Right Arm is still intact, (in spite of my bankrupt
clients' best efforts to drag me down), we have a beautiful home with
a back yard that looks better than most public parks, and more toys
than you can imagine, so why can't I be happy just one single day?
Recently, my bookkeeper asked me what my real passion is and I really
couldn't answer her at that moment. But now that I think about it, however,
it's obvious. The problem is, the only real passion I've had for the
last twenty-four years has been Good Right Arm, Inc. Until you've had
to run a one man business this long, you have no idea what 24/7 commitment
means. At the end of '99, I decided to resign my biggest account, which
I thought wouldn't affect me that much. Little did I know. The constant
badgering with media reps around the country was really a turnon for
me--that and the fact that it just made me feel so good to have a nationwide
outlook on life. How the heck can I get that back?
The problem is, when your whole life for a quarter century has been
geared to being in the hunt, you still gas up every morning for the
kill, whether you rationally have to or not.
I've been so blessed. I just need to find a way to appreciate what
I have.