I’m in the middle of reinventing myself too. After 35 years of being a publisher, I hit the wall, didn’t even want to think of another book to do. At the same time I have to make money. So I returned to another little diversion I’d been into years ago… working on the internet, trying to accomplish something or help someone or myself. I haven’t the patience for spending time on Facebook, Myspace, Twitter or the rest. Wowowow is the only place I pause, read, enjoy and sometimes speak.

But I’ve found the way to help people who are hanging about wondering what to do, worrying about how to pay the rent or just wanting to help someone too. I actually like spending time on the internet, making websites, placing ads, answering email from three email accounts. When things are moving along, I really feel good when someone signs up and moves along with me. 

I attended a large conference this aftersoon here in Tucson. It was about all the advantages we have to grow new businesses and to find new opportunities that weren’t there a year ago. It’s about making money, and there was so much information, I came away with my eyeballs whirling around and the feeling of being overwhelmed. I think I’ll just stick to the sure things I have going now. I’m too old to compete like that. It makes me tired just thinking about it. But I’m not ready to quit either. Not when I can help other people make money as well as myself. 

This is odd. I’m turning into a left brain person when I’ve always been a right brain artist all my life. I just realized it. hmmmmmmmm.

Ahhh, there ya go, JJGB. My grandmother is still in my dreams… not my mother. Gramma taught me to sew, to read, to play cards, to go to the library, to garden, … and didn’t kill me when, at age 4, I opened the door to the aviary and let out all her lovely birds. eeeek. I woulda killed me. But she was my baby sitter when my folks were soicalizing. She’d let me over turn all the chairs in the dining room and would bring me 3 or 4 blankets to put over them for a hidey hole… then bring me lunch in there. She always wanted me to work hard and learn about things by reading books forever. I’m sure she would be approving if she could see me tapping away on the ‘puter in the internet all day trying to help unemployed people who need a plan to survive. My grandmother came across the plains from Wisconsin in a conestoga wagon, fighting Indians, and that’s the way she went out while she was in the hospital for the last time… fighting Indians. What a lady!

Andy - Where is money going at Curves? I quit there in a hurry because I don’t like being told what to do every 3 minutes.

I regret having bought more clothes than I could wear, but at the time I was thin and needed them (NOT). Now, 25 lbs later, I can’t get into most of them and have to realize I’m not going to EVER get into them. *sigh*… that’s the most painful part. So I had to go and buy LARGE sizes so I had something to wear.

 No matter. Now I sit at my computer and make money and help others make money, and don’t need clothes at all. Well, maybe jeans and a T shirt. 

Yes, Marta, to give and receive is the way to go. I’m in a program that does both, and I’m doing better now, after months of feeling that I’d never be able to just sit down and breathe quietly. The pressure of being in need is terrible on the mind and body. If you or anyone here wants to give and receive to help someone and yourself, let me know. I can really help.

patbook2000@yahoo.com

Karen - Working at home on my own computer on my own time has saved me. I’m into a very unusual group of people, and the activity is helping others and myself as well. If you’d llike to hear more, just email me, and I’d be happy to tell you.

patbooks2@lycos.com

Hahaha, Chris. In high school I coudln’t bear the rollers so I went to socks. Just take a bunch of hair and a cotton sock and use it as a roller. Then tie the ends in a knot. That didn’t go far either because the socks were just as lumpy as the rollers.

I can remember getting the first Tony Home Permanent. Out in the back yard because it smelled SO bad we couldn’t breathe, my mother rolled it up and poured this terrible stuff on me. What a stink… like pure lye. I had to sit there and not move for about half an hour. Oh the pain. I did come out curly, but at what a cost!!