In the larger scheme of things.
Not so very long ago, when we were nuzzled in our little house on County Road 5 in Colorado, we were going to start a campground. We were going to move back and “get some land”, and start a campground. Then we were going to work our way up to a Bed and Breakfast, with a Dining Hall, Workshop, and Demonstration Gardens. And on… and on… and on…
And then we were going to be the Gypsy Junkyard. We were going to buy things from the auction and flip them for ridiculous amounts. Storefront. Online. Whatever. It was cool shit. And it was cheap. There just HAD to be a way to make that pay a bill or two. Instead I just paid for a domain name for no reason for a year.
Then, we were onto Market Gardening. We had a booth at an up-scale Farmer’s Market, and we were gonna make a go of being “Tomato Farmers”. Well. That was fun. But it didn’t pay any bills. We barely had time to ENJOY our harvest, let alone focus on storing it for a truly “sustaining” crop. We barely canned anything. Much went to waste.
And then there’s the soap. The unexpected whirlwind in my little universe. People liked it. We made more. People still like it. So I’m still making more. The thing is.. I don’t know that I’ve actually “made” any money yet. I’m numerically challenged, I can’t get my bank and Quickbooks to connect so I have no pie charts, and… well… I’m still where I am. I’m not sure where all of these shinanigans have gotten me. Self assessment is a son of a bitch. And the bank account is getting low. What the hell am I doing?
I’m pretty sure the answer is right here, but I can’t read it.
Posted on January 26, 2011
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