In this post here I said that I had recovered from the ordeal of losing my fortune.
Boy! Was I wrong, or not?
The cold hard truth of the matter is that I haven't recovered, and I've only just realised that I haven't recovered.
I read something recently that said something along the lines that having your own business is like raising a child, and that losing the business is just as devestating as losing a loved one.
Yep...I think that's a fair comment and quite true.
So, the last few months has been spent wallowing in my own misery, feeling sorry for myself and trying to get over the loss of my baby (and the freedom, and income, and lifestyle and all the other doodads that come with the trappings of wealth).
I'm not over it yet, and honestly I don't know when I will be, but today, out of no where I've found a new sense of excitement about my future, about my new business venture, about possibility.
And now, so it begins proper, and in earnest.
Till next time...
