(Poem created with the online Mustache Magnetic Poetry kit and an overtired brain.)
It has only been six days since I posted here, but it seems like a month to me. I’ve been buried under an avalanche of work and writing into the wee hours, but the time I’m putting in is a short-term sacrifice for a long-term benefit so I’m not complaining.
I’m not a tremendous fan of Ross Perot, but he once said something about small business owners that tugged at the corners of my mind every time I questioned my own sanity with freelancing: Most people give up just when they’re about to achieve success.
Well, damned if I was going to be one of them. All I can say is that those who didn’t believe in me really should have, and because they were so unsupportive, and even outright hostile in their disparagement of my choice, they are now cordially invited to kiss my tiny heinie, nyahh and so there.
(Poem created with the online Poet Magnetic Poetry Kit.)