Finally got it!

I have finally unlocked the secret of an exquisite gormet French recipe I’ve been working on. Yes folks, I pulled my All Clad fry pan off of my pot rack tonight, fired up my $2800 gas range and started working. First I scrambled the eggs and cooked them up to a perfect yellow hue. Then I held the trusty stainless steel Rosle can opener in my right hand and carefully gripped a special can of the most delicate perfection in my left. After carefully removing the can’s top the hearty smell of corned beef hash wafted in the winter’s air. This time though I did a few things different. I turned the heat up to 7 (instead of 5). Then I stood there and gave the corned beef hash something everything delecate requires – TLC. Yep, I just kept stirring it and tossing it around in the pan. And after about 10 minutes it was evenly browned and crunchy. Yep, I mixed in the scrambled eggs grabbed the pan off of the range and reached for my faithful thick blue oven mitt. I took the whole fry pan and a large soup spoon over to my Italian leather feather stuffed sofa and partook of a hearty feast fit only for a bachelor at 2am. Lol!

Yep yep yep. I was talking to my friend M about a biz he wants to start. I’ll tell ya, it’s pretty cool to feel somebody else’s entrepreneuristic energy. I never quit with that stuff. I often wonder if people get sick of hearing about “my plans”. But I don’t run into many people who are trying to kick the day job for the freedom of being on your own. It’s pretty cool though. I can’t wait to hear about his small successes that start to pile up into a big ol’ pile of success. Success in the face of risk and doubters is so sweet when acheaved. Success makes you feel like you feel when you are looking at yourself in the mirror wearing a brand new perfectly-fitting sport coat. You’re just like, “Dang, I never knew I could look so good!” Haha! Yea, it also feels a lot like what you feel like when you’re speeding past all the surfers at Mailbu on Hwy 1 with the top down in your convertable. Success even smells good. Ever ridden in a brand new sports car with a leather interior? That bucket seat just grips you tight and you can feel the stitched leather stearing wheel. You’re in control. Where do you want to go? How fast do you want to get there? Want the windows down or up? Want the stereo up loud or nice and soft? No, don’t check with the boss. He doesn’t care any more. He’s sitting in his soiled office chair rubbing his bald head wondering where all those years went. He’s 55 now and all he can think about is how he can “save” $25 on a new refrigerator because his just went on the blink. Oh yea, and his daughter left a viocemail about getting together for Christmas. But he’ll probably have to work because he used up his vacation on doctor’s visits. Uh where were we? Oh yea. We were in our sports car driving down the highway with nowhere to go. Might as well pull into a quiet little Mexican restaraunt and stare out the window while eating chips and salsa. Why not? What else do we need to be doing? Oh yea, we might want to get home before 8p so we can get ready to head over to the spa for a dip in the hot tub. But that’s 5 hours away. Most people don’t eat lunch at 3pm. So since you’ve got the whole place to yourself you don’t feel rude about reaching for your phone to call a buddy and chat for a while.

As I hoist my Dr. P. I raise a private little toast to all those with the courage to stand up and say, “I choose a differnt path. Ya’ll all have a good one, k?” Yep. It’s a fun adventure. It’s not for everybody though. And it’s not necessarily easy. But it’s sure worth it to me. Hey, I may even fail at a thing or two that I’m going for. But at least I won’t fire myself for it. Speaking of getting fired. It’s 5:30am. I better get to sleep. Hey’ I didn’t go to bed till about 7am yesterday. So I’m improving! But who’s keeping track? And, no, I don’t have a $2800 gas range. Lol! Ah, what a mess I am. Yep, a mess. Who understands a punk like me? Maybe a hot chick somewhere. That’d be nice. Okay, time to slip off into dreamland. ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .