It’s been a wild ride. All these years of doing magic for a living. It’s been more than a living, it’s been a life. The work I’m doing now on the street is as tough as it’s ever been. . . but that’s they way it is, I embrace it, deal with it and somehow make it work.
I love magic, but also like the role of entrepreneur. I miss the satisfaction of creating something, dreaming it up and doing it. There’s so much opportunity everywhere you look. Sometimes, I get it in my head, that to do anything else with my life would be to admit having wasted my whole life. WRONG!
I am good at a lot of things, I’m a great sales person and an excellent manager. It might be time to play “Million Dollar Idea Of The Day”.
What to do, what to do? Need to start thinking. The last couple of weeks ripped a huge scab off my healing heart. This shit with Buster was an unexpected kick in the nuts. I can’t let it drag me down.
As my Dad says, “Plan your work and work your plan” well to date, there’s been no plan and not much work. Just getting by, but that’s something too.