Million Dollar Plan
That's it . . . I've got it. This time, it's gonna work. Definitely. I've got a plan. An idea. Something that I want to do - that is going to really make my dreams come true. Something that is going to help me become SOMEONE. Something that is calling me. Something that I believe in.
Yes, I've had these plans before. My sister reminded me of them this morning, as I spoke with her on my way into the city. We were talking about life/work/money and I said something like, "Whatever is meant to be . . . will be. I'm not worried. I'm on a new mission. I have a new quest that I am going to embark on." "You are?" she said. "What is your new quest?"
"I'm going to write a book. I'm going to be an author. That is what I am going to do."
"Oh," she said, "You are, huh? Like your Witches??"
OUCH!! There she goes, again. Bringing up the Witches. You see, the Witches were a "Million Dollar Plan" I came up with when I was about 17 or 18 years old. I was going to make these decorative art pieces . . . well, these Witches, to be exact . . . and I was going to make $$millions$$. I was certain every house in the world would want one. I mean, every house needs a Witch on their door at Halloween, don't they?
Yes, I've had these plans before. My sister reminded me of them this morning, as I spoke with her on my way into the city. We were talking about life/work/money and I said something like, "Whatever is meant to be . . . will be. I'm not worried. I'm on a new mission. I have a new quest that I am going to embark on." "You are?" she said. "What is your new quest?"
"I'm going to write a book. I'm going to be an author. That is what I am going to do."
"Oh," she said, "You are, huh? Like your Witches??"
OUCH!! There she goes, again. Bringing up the Witches. You see, the Witches were a "Million Dollar Plan" I came up with when I was about 17 or 18 years old. I was going to make these decorative art pieces . . . well, these Witches, to be exact . . . and I was going to make $$millions$$. I was certain every house in the world would want one. I mean, every house needs a Witch on their door at Halloween, don't they?
No, they don't. And they didn't. And the millions never came. I think I stopped somewhere
around 30 witches. I mean, my fingers were blistered and bruised from the hot glue gun . . . I had my HEALTH to think about, right? So, no, the Witches didn't quite work out how I planned. I tried to find an old photo of the Witches, but I couldn't turn anything up. I guess they were such a million dollar idea, that I couldn't wait to forget them. (Note to self: FORGET about the witches!) This little drawing to the right is something I just put together today, just so you could have an idea of what a "brilliant" idea it was. I mean, wouldn't you LOVE one of these on your door? The head was . . . . . . a stuffed nylon. Yes, seriously, a nylon. The hair was yarn, the hat was felt. Once the head was done, you simply glue it on a broomstick, and call it a day (or, call it a Witch Head on a Broomstick).
A few years after the Witches, I had a brilliant idea to do decorative painting . . . on T-shirts. This would have been the early '90s and, believe it or not, it was cool then. (Well, cool for grandmas, maybe. As a matter of fact, I did do quite a few for MY grandma. Hmmmm. . . . ) Anyway, I was hired to make 30 of them for a cheerleading squad that was going to a big competition, and it sounded like a really good idea at the time. But I had to personalize each t-shirt with what the cheerleader looked like (matching hair color and eye color) and had to do a couple over because they weren't what the teenage girl wanted to look like (Note to self: Don't try and please a teenage girl), and I ended up LOOSING money on that job. Hmmmm . . . . the Painted T-Shirt business didn't quite turn out like I had planned, either.
Then there was my idea to open a Scrapbook Store . . . that pretty much ended after actually meeting with a finance guy who put a little reality into my dream-like state. (Note to self: Don't try to open a scrapbook store unless you can invest a good amount of $ into it.) Yep, that didn't quite turn out like I planned.
Then I wanted to delve into Childrens Decorative Painting. . . to hand paint rooms and murals for children that would encourage imagination and play. Not sure where that idea went to. Perhaps I will have to take another look at that business at some point in the future. (Note to self: Don't forget to look into that decorative painting business.) But at the time, it didn't quite turn out like I planned.
Recently I decided to do some freelance Art Work for a company. I'm enjoying the process, but not quite making the millions I thought I would (Note to self: Don't forget to call and see where my millions are.) Nope, not quite like I planned.
Entrepreneur is defined as a person who organizes, manages, and assumes the risks or a business or enterprise. I don't really think I am an entrepreneur.
Dreamer is defined as 1) one that dreams and, 2) one who has ideas or conceives projects otherwise regarded as impractical. Yes, I think I am more a dreamer.
Right now, I am dreaming of writing a Book of Essays - My View on Life; From Chaos comes Happiness. Not sure how far I will get into this journey . . . . but like every journey I have taken before it, I sure am going to enjoy the process. I will keep you posted. . . .
Oh, and to the Witches, T-Shirts, Murals, Scrapbook Stores, and Art Work that have come before - Thanks for helping me keep my dreams alive!
around 30 witches. I mean, my fingers were blistered and bruised from the hot glue gun . . . I had my HEALTH to think about, right? So, no, the Witches didn't quite work out how I planned. I tried to find an old photo of the Witches, but I couldn't turn anything up. I guess they were such a million dollar idea, that I couldn't wait to forget them. (Note to self: FORGET about the witches!) This little drawing to the right is something I just put together today, just so you could have an idea of what a "brilliant" idea it was. I mean, wouldn't you LOVE one of these on your door? The head was . . . . . . a stuffed nylon. Yes, seriously, a nylon. The hair was yarn, the hat was felt. Once the head was done, you simply glue it on a broomstick, and call it a day (or, call it a Witch Head on a Broomstick).A few years after the Witches, I had a brilliant idea to do decorative painting . . . on T-shirts. This would have been the early '90s and, believe it or not, it was cool then. (Well, cool for grandmas, maybe. As a matter of fact, I did do quite a few for MY grandma. Hmmmm. . . . ) Anyway, I was hired to make 30 of them for a cheerleading squad that was going to a big competition, and it sounded like a really good idea at the time. But I had to personalize each t-shirt with what the cheerleader looked like (matching hair color and eye color) and had to do a couple over because they weren't what the teenage girl wanted to look like (Note to self: Don't try and please a teenage girl), and I ended up LOOSING money on that job. Hmmmm . . . . the Painted T-Shirt business didn't quite turn out like I had planned, either.
Then there was my idea to open a Scrapbook Store . . . that pretty much ended after actually meeting with a finance guy who put a little reality into my dream-like state. (Note to self: Don't try to open a scrapbook store unless you can invest a good amount of $ into it.) Yep, that didn't quite turn out like I planned.
Then I wanted to delve into Childrens Decorative Painting. . . to hand paint rooms and murals for children that would encourage imagination and play. Not sure where that idea went to. Perhaps I will have to take another look at that business at some point in the future. (Note to self: Don't forget to look into that decorative painting business.) But at the time, it didn't quite turn out like I planned.
Recently I decided to do some freelance Art Work for a company. I'm enjoying the process, but not quite making the millions I thought I would (Note to self: Don't forget to call and see where my millions are.) Nope, not quite like I planned.
Entrepreneur is defined as a person who organizes, manages, and assumes the risks or a business or enterprise. I don't really think I am an entrepreneur.
Dreamer is defined as 1) one that dreams and, 2) one who has ideas or conceives projects otherwise regarded as impractical. Yes, I think I am more a dreamer.
Right now, I am dreaming of writing a Book of Essays - My View on Life; From Chaos comes Happiness. Not sure how far I will get into this journey . . . . but like every journey I have taken before it, I sure am going to enjoy the process. I will keep you posted. . . .
Oh, and to the Witches, T-Shirts, Murals, Scrapbook Stores, and Art Work that have come before - Thanks for helping me keep my dreams alive!
Oh, I forgot about some of those other multi-millionaire dreams! Too bad we didn't keep one of those witches - they would be a hoot today! Anyway, you know I always support you in your schemes -- eh hum (she says clearing her throat), I mean, in your dreams. I will be the first person to purchase your book (heck, I'd probably by a case of the books!) So, just do it!
ReplyDeleteWell, this blog has given you a good start on your book of essays. Just remember that whatever your "million-dollar" idea is, it's necessary to "think" about what you want, "feel" what it's like when you get there, then "be" that by moving in that direction, as if you are already there (which you are, by virtue of this blog). Thoughts become things...choose the good ones!!
ReplyDeleteOh, I so wish you lived down the street so we could go have a cup of coffee! We have lots in common... my current million dollar idea is making purses but as I do the math (15 or 20 purses at $20 or $30 a piece + approx 2 hours to make each one = not even close to a million!) Oh well... the creative process seems to feed my soul in a way that my 9-5 work can't and that in and of itself is priceless. :-)
ReplyDeleteBTW - can't wait to read your book! ;-)