During my twenties, I started several different businesses, each with the dream of attaining my fortune, but my outcomes went from dismal to worse. I worked my rear off however kept coming up short. I had heard of this thing called profit, I simply never saw any of it. I kept thinking, “If I simply get into the correct business, get on the correct horse, I‟ll make it”. However, I was wrong.
Nothing was working...at any rate for me. And it was the last part of that sentence that finally struck me. How come other people were succeeding in the exact same business I was in and I was still bankrupt? What happened to “Mr. Potential”? So I started doing some serious soulsearching. I examined my real beliefs and saw that even though I said I truly wanted to be rich, I had some deep-seated concerns about it. Mostly I was afraid. Afraid that I may fail, or worse, succeed and then for some reason lose it all. Then I‟d truly be a schmo. Worse, I would blow the one matter I had going for me: my “story” that I had all this “potential”. What if I discovered I didn‟t have what it took and I was bound for a life of conflict?
