Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
Today was a 14 hour work day, more or less. It started at 7 am with coffee and emails and ended around 9 pm with a little late night wallet melting and smushing. It was 14 hours that I look back on and smile. 14 hours that I’m proud of. 14 hours that I’m happy to have participated in. 14 hours that I’m glad I spent doing what I was doing. 14 hours that feel like a contribution to the world rather then a deal with the devil. Hell, its 14 hours that I’m writing about, rather then trying to forget. Its 14 hours that satisfies my heart, my mind, and my soul. For all of your that wonder how or why we do it. This is it.