It's the day after a week-long vacation to The Bahamas with the man I love and I feel little-to-no motivation to do a darn thing. I've commented on posts to Facebook, uploaded pictures from the vacation, contributed to Pinterest and to Story Lane. I have little energy for anything else though. I've not unpacked a single bag. I've not made up my bed. I've not left this house all day long.
The cruise was great! So many moments. So much love. So much to do and to experience. Seminars, spa treatments, food, games, swimming pool, hot tub, more food. Music, dancing, shopping, food. Lots of activity until the wee hours. Excursions both by land and by sea. I enjoyed participating in ship activities with my boyfriend, true; but after a while, I understood something. We are explorers and tend to be more self-directed. We are twin souls when it comes to that. The second thing is that we both need individual time: him going his way, me going mine. I'm grateful that we didn't have to have a deep discussion about it, we just sensed it and flowed with it. Easy as breathing. I lingered in the bed and he got his day started. We met up vicariously and it felt so romantic.
We're back home now. And it's good to be home. It feels comfy and cozy. I'm not tired. Not depressed. Well, not physically that is. I do miss my boyfriend. I feel like we bonded more deeply this trip. This morning, I could feel it. There was a vulnerability to us both that was deeper than it was before. We hated to part.
So today, I don't have too much to say. Just texting, writing here and there and commenting on Facebook, that's about all. I needed this day to transition back into my life at my own pace. I'll plug back into things and people more fully after a while. Until then, I give myself permission to just be.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Domestic Violence: For Better Or For Worst?
While listening to The Michael Baisden Show on the radio, I heard a discussion between Michael and Dr. Robin L. Smith, author of 
Lies At The Altar: The Truth About Great Marriages. The topic was domestic abuse. Michael was curious why women stay in abusive marriages, especially women of faith. Dr. Robin talked about the embarrassment surrounding abuse but also zeroed in on a common fallacy: the belief that domestic violence comes under the for better or for worse of her marriage vows...(click here to read the entire article)
Lies At The Altar: The Truth About Great Marriages. The topic was domestic abuse. Michael was curious why women stay in abusive marriages, especially women of faith. Dr. Robin talked about the embarrassment surrounding abuse but also zeroed in on a common fallacy: the belief that domestic violence comes under the for better or for worse of her marriage vows...(click here to read the entire article)
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Compassion
"Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?" (Luke 10:36)
Who is our neighbor? As a child, my understanding of a neighbor was someone who lived in my community. With maturity has come an awareness that my neighbor is whomever I come in contact with.
Take the story of The Good Samaritan. Today, I heard it more deeply than ever before. The face of the homeless man I've had the privilege of exchanging kind words with came to mind. I'll be the first to admit that there was a time when I'd purposefully fiddle with my radio or act as if I was on a phone call when I drove by someone with an "I'm homeless" sign. Nothing like life to check you on your arrogance! During the time I was unemployed or underemployed, I relied on the kindness of others. Had I not had it, my plight could have been so different. How much more am I responsible to pay it forward.
I'll tell you what meant most to me. I was feeling such internal pressure to let people know that my resolve to do something meaningful with my life wasn't born of irresponsibility or arrogance. I wasn't in need of a pep talk or a "girl you need to find a job talk," though I was always paranoid that this is what people would feel if I didn't find a job soon. My sister didn't only stay present but gave money freely. She'd tell me that she was going to deposit X or Y amount of money into my account. When thanked profusely, she responded simply, "I know your character." I will NEVER forget that. She'll never know how healing that was for me. She didn't need a blow-by-blow of what I was doing with the money or how many resumes I had sent out. She never even asked. She involved herself in helping me get to the next level.
Take the story of The Good Samaritan. Today, I heard it more deeply than ever before. The face of the homeless man I've had the privilege of exchanging kind words with came to mind. I'll be the first to admit that there was a time when I'd purposefully fiddle with my radio or act as if I was on a phone call when I drove by someone with an "I'm homeless" sign. Nothing like life to check you on your arrogance! During the time I was unemployed or underemployed, I relied on the kindness of others. Had I not had it, my plight could have been so different. How much more am I responsible to pay it forward.
I'll tell you what meant most to me. I was feeling such internal pressure to let people know that my resolve to do something meaningful with my life wasn't born of irresponsibility or arrogance. I wasn't in need of a pep talk or a "girl you need to find a job talk," though I was always paranoid that this is what people would feel if I didn't find a job soon. My sister didn't only stay present but gave money freely. She'd tell me that she was going to deposit X or Y amount of money into my account. When thanked profusely, she responded simply, "I know your character." I will NEVER forget that. She'll never know how healing that was for me. She didn't need a blow-by-blow of what I was doing with the money or how many resumes I had sent out. She never even asked. She involved herself in helping me get to the next level.
To be Christian is to be Christ-like. To follow the teachings and the spirit modeled by Jesus. He said that the man who fell among thieves, who was robbed, beaten and left half dead is our neighbor. For too long, we've been like the robbers, seeing other people merely as objects. We've imposed our will on others and if they failed to meet our expectations, we've retaliated by insulting them or walking out on them. For many single women, we feel like men owe us. We have reduced them to fulfilling some fantasy that we've somehow convinced ourselves is a standard when in truth it is a wounded ego working itself out on another person.
And then there is the priest. The one who in Biblical times was responsible to offer up sacrifices on behalf of the people. He was the one who went to God on our behalf. How could a priest see him from a distance and decide to cross to the other side? As the pastor said today, "It's because he saw the man as an obstacle."
Lastly, there was the Levite. The Levites served the priests and were sometimes priests themselves. They were very active in the Tabernacle and in Temple services. They were the singers, the musicians for Temple Services. They often maintained the Temple itself. They served as teachers and judges on different occasions. Doesn't that sound like the modern day church member? Consequently, the Levite walked over to take inventory of the situation. He saw the man's condition. Still, he walked to the other side.
Surprisingly, a Samaritan, the reject of the day was the only one who had compassion on the man. Samaritans were regarded as second class, mixed breeds, Gentiles. They were outcasts from the religious community and the Jews of that day looked down on them. Who would have thought that this man would tend to the man's wounds and pay someone to attend to the man's needs for as long as it took.
I'm not suggesting that we risk our own safety. There are some people and situations that it would be unwise to approach. I am more concerned about the condition of our hearts. We pass people every day. In our churches, in our communities, on the street are neighbors whom we ignore. Our neighbors are friends that we know are going through tough times and somehow we convince ourselves that being a listening ear is enough.
True compassion is active. True compassion gets involved. True compassion can't see a brother in need and "shut up their bowels of compassion."
Nobody demonstrated this like one of my college friends whom I had not seen in several years. When I posted a "help me" message on Facebook, she sent me a private message. The compassion I experienced was beyond what I had come to expect. She called to check on me, brought me food, listened as I cried and did it without getting tired. She encouraged me to be true to myself. Such a big heart. The irony was she was unemployed and dealing with medical challenges herself.
Today's message at church was a reminder that getting a job was not what this detour in my journey has been about. God could have given me a job at anytime. This season wasn't about that. It was about my purpose. It was about a wake up call. I experienced a new depth of compassion and acknowledgment. Someone stood with me against all odds. Likewise, part of my call is to stand with others. To have a ready heart to step to the plate when God reveals him or her. Circumstances do not determine the value of a person no more than their skin color does. Herein lies compassion: seeing another as an extension of yourself. The Samaritan didn't see an object as the robber did or an obstacle as the church leader and church worker did. We can easily pass by people if we don't see a connection between them and ourselves. The Samaritan saw himself. He was loving his neighbor as himself.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Profitability
To my blog followers and those who visit incognito, I'm still here! I can't believe it's been a little over a month since I last blogged. It's like life fired a gun and I've been running ever since.
I've continued to live up to my new mantra: my playing small does not serve the world. So, I've been doing all I am gifted to do. When we last spoke, I had just launched my new website: suzetterhinton.com. Since that time, I've done some tweaking. More than two people advised me to establish a unique presence for all my businesses rather than having my one site. I took this to heart and can proudly introduce three additions to my portfolio:
Purposeful Connections is my coaching site. Since launching the site, I have partnered with a woman who knows what her calling is, but heretofore allowed distractions to hinder her progress. So many of us can identify with that, including myself. Life happens--this is true--but for those of us who feel the restlessness of that something-more on the inside, there is no rest. Our dream, our calling, our longing for something meaningful keeps us up at night and interlopes on whatever else competes for our attention. It's our reason for being. I'm so glad that God won't allow us to slumber without shaking us from time to time.
Not only am I helping her but she's helping me. She's putting a demand on my calling. When I coach her, I feel the energy that goes beyond education, experience or skill. I feel the energy of my calling and the wisdom that comes up and out and blesses her growth. There's nothing like it!
Odyssey Administrative Services is my virtual administrative and bookkeeping business. It allows the business-minded me to be expressed. That part of me that is gifted as well as trained to problem solve, create solutions to administrative problems, partner with home-based and small businesses to handle the paperwork that oftentimes gets pushed aside. When she was in the third grade and her mother passed, my mom took care of her brother and sister. She took her meager earnings and managed to feed them and clothe them. She wasn't taught this through education. God gave her the wisdom to work with money. That gift fell to me as well.
Despite my recent efforts to move away from it, bookkeeping always makes room for me. I now realize that is a gift. A gift that has often been drained rather than inspired. I further understand it wasn't that I didn't like bookkeeping or doing administrative clerical work for that matter. It was simply that I wanted to do it my way. I needed the room to flow in that gift without being overburdened and undervalued. I am now working with a company in RTP. Though I enjoy the atmosphere, the job and the people, I sense there is a strategy at work. My Wise Self sees it as an opportunity, a pathway to my ultimate goal of working for myself.
Like Tiger Woods' father put a golf club in his hand and the Williams' sisters father put a tennis racket in theirs, my mom and dad put playing the piano in ours. My mom and dad recognized our talent early on but my mom was instrumental in landing my first job: playing for the Junior Choir at my church. Prior to my taking the job, my elder sister had been the pianist. "For three years, they've paid your sister $4," she said. "It's time for that to go up." Despite opposition, my mom stood her ground. She withstood times when the preacher brought it up in his sermon. You know, those times when everybody knows it's you that the preacher is talking about. I chuckle when I think of it. My mom kept a smile on her face and an "I shall not be moved" in her heart. This was a guiding principle that served as a foundation for what would later be Odyssey Music Consultants.
To some, this was an atrocity. How dare she require the church to pay me for a "gift" that I should use freely! I heard it time and time again. When I'd return home from an event and I had not been paid, my mom would get on the telephone and find out what happened. Though she was criticized, I realized something. My mom held people accountable to their word. If they said they were going to do it, she expected them to do so. If they did not, she wouldn't permit me to play for them until they settled up. What a gift to give to me, to all her children. For this taught me to respect my talent and to require others to respect it too.
When I consider Matthew 25: 14-30, emphasis on verse 27, it challenges this notion that people should use their talents all willy-nilly. The servant who buried his talent and only gave his master the exact thing he had been given was reprimanded and called slothful. The Bible likens the Kingdom of Heaven to this for the master didn't just want his servants to acknowledge their talents but to produce something greater, richer, better. The Bible calls it profitable. My mom, in essence, taught us not to be slothful. Profitability is often mentioned in the New Testament yet the church world of my younger days seemed to frown on it when it came to "working for the Lord."
Nevertheless, Odyssey Music Consultants is my bedrock of profitability. From 10 years old to now, my gift has made room for me and yes, I have made money with it. I believe in my heart that God is pleased every time He checks my account. He knows what he entrusted to my care and applauds what I am doing with it.
So I say this: Whatever you have been gifted to do or trained to do, maximize it. Like me, you can turn what you love to do into a business. In the words of the Bible, make it profitable. This let's God know that he can trust us with more. This, my friends, is a Kingdom principle.
I've continued to live up to my new mantra: my playing small does not serve the world. So, I've been doing all I am gifted to do. When we last spoke, I had just launched my new website: suzetterhinton.com. Since that time, I've done some tweaking. More than two people advised me to establish a unique presence for all my businesses rather than having my one site. I took this to heart and can proudly introduce three additions to my portfolio:
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| purposeful-connections.com |
Not only am I helping her but she's helping me. She's putting a demand on my calling. When I coach her, I feel the energy that goes beyond education, experience or skill. I feel the energy of my calling and the wisdom that comes up and out and blesses her growth. There's nothing like it!
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| odysseyadministrativeservices.com |
Despite my recent efforts to move away from it, bookkeeping always makes room for me. I now realize that is a gift. A gift that has often been drained rather than inspired. I further understand it wasn't that I didn't like bookkeeping or doing administrative clerical work for that matter. It was simply that I wanted to do it my way. I needed the room to flow in that gift without being overburdened and undervalued. I am now working with a company in RTP. Though I enjoy the atmosphere, the job and the people, I sense there is a strategy at work. My Wise Self sees it as an opportunity, a pathway to my ultimate goal of working for myself.
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| odysseymusicconsultants.com |
To some, this was an atrocity. How dare she require the church to pay me for a "gift" that I should use freely! I heard it time and time again. When I'd return home from an event and I had not been paid, my mom would get on the telephone and find out what happened. Though she was criticized, I realized something. My mom held people accountable to their word. If they said they were going to do it, she expected them to do so. If they did not, she wouldn't permit me to play for them until they settled up. What a gift to give to me, to all her children. For this taught me to respect my talent and to require others to respect it too.
When I consider Matthew 25: 14-30, emphasis on verse 27, it challenges this notion that people should use their talents all willy-nilly. The servant who buried his talent and only gave his master the exact thing he had been given was reprimanded and called slothful. The Bible likens the Kingdom of Heaven to this for the master didn't just want his servants to acknowledge their talents but to produce something greater, richer, better. The Bible calls it profitable. My mom, in essence, taught us not to be slothful. Profitability is often mentioned in the New Testament yet the church world of my younger days seemed to frown on it when it came to "working for the Lord."
Nevertheless, Odyssey Music Consultants is my bedrock of profitability. From 10 years old to now, my gift has made room for me and yes, I have made money with it. I believe in my heart that God is pleased every time He checks my account. He knows what he entrusted to my care and applauds what I am doing with it.
So I say this: Whatever you have been gifted to do or trained to do, maximize it. Like me, you can turn what you love to do into a business. In the words of the Bible, make it profitable. This let's God know that he can trust us with more. This, my friends, is a Kingdom principle.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Making Room for My New Life
I just finished eating oatmeal from McDonald'st and decided to take a
moment to blog. Have you ever been in a
fierce cleaning mode and had a lightbulb moment? Well, that's what happened. I dunno when the thought hit my brain but
somehow in between hanging the pictures on the wall and getting rid of that unsightly ring around my toilet bowl there was an enlightened thought, There’s nothing greater than
getting up every single day of your life doing what you love to do.
I know it seems weird that I'd have that thought while cleaning the toilet. Nothing could have been further from that truth at that moment. Cleaning toilets is not my thing.
Until today, my house has looked like a cyclone hit it. Except for downstairs that I keep pretty okay with only a few dishes in the kitchen sink, the upstairs was a mess. There were papers still on the floor from Summer Camp for Women, clothes heaped on the dryer waiting to be folded and put away, a ring in my bathroom sink and dirty shower stall, clothes laying around in my closet and a bed I hadn't made for a week. I'm not usually this junky. Ever since I got the aha to launch my businesses, I've been all abuzz building websites, creating brochures, printing business cards, blind to the growing messiness. I could make that the blame for the condition of my house but it wouldn't be completely true. My house has been neglected for a while now. With fresh eyes, I am seeing just how badly I've allowed it to get.
I hear the voice of Purpose. “Let’s make room for your new life," it's saying. "Your home should be a reflection of who you are." Such a huge parallel to my life. I know from experience that if I don't manage my time and what I focus on, I will drift back into an undisciplined and overwhelmed state just like my house.
I can't afford to allow this to go on. Order is the word of the day. With now working two part-time jobs and growing my businesses, I've got to be on top of my game. So, let me get up from here. No more clutter!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
I've been sooooo busy. This week, I started my new part-time job. Who else but God would have both part-time jobs within 5 minutes of each other. Really. They're that close! Add to that, both employers are flexible. The hours are complementary. This thing is strategically mastered down to the smallest detail. God is such a Strategist. Along with Alpha, Omega, the beginning and the end, I have to insert Strategist. Both jobs are transitioning in such a way that I'll be able to learn one without being overwhelmed with the other. Only God could plan this thing so masterfully.
I've heard it said, "if you take care of God's business, He'll take care of your's." Of course, it's always been used when it comes to Church Membership Etiquette 101. Certainly, if you are going to be a member of anything, you need to be a good member. Notwithstanding, I've found out that your Purpose is God's business. He put that purpose down inside of you to serve the world. It is his thumbprint on your existence. It validates why you are here. So, it's not honorable to put someone else's purpose above your own as if God has a fragmented view of what he calls good. I see it often in church. The preacher tells you that God blesses you for supporting His Vision. I believe that' has merit. But I don't believe God would bless your neglecting the vision He's placed in you in order to do it.
I won't belabor that. It's not truly my point anyway. I'm just seeing a Greater, Wiser Energy directing my Life. The more I set aside time to honor the dream He's placed in my heart, the more I look around and see my environment changing accordingly.
It's so much fun! I didn't expect fun when building my businesses, but I am thoroughly enjoying every part of it. From the creative to the interpersonal to the marketing to the sitting down with clients, I am relishing every part of it. I now see it is key to my fulfillment and joy. For that reason, I have to protect it and make decisions that make room for it. Now that I respect it, the Universe is respecting it too. How cool!
I've heard it said, "if you take care of God's business, He'll take care of your's." Of course, it's always been used when it comes to Church Membership Etiquette 101. Certainly, if you are going to be a member of anything, you need to be a good member. Notwithstanding, I've found out that your Purpose is God's business. He put that purpose down inside of you to serve the world. It is his thumbprint on your existence. It validates why you are here. So, it's not honorable to put someone else's purpose above your own as if God has a fragmented view of what he calls good. I see it often in church. The preacher tells you that God blesses you for supporting His Vision. I believe that' has merit. But I don't believe God would bless your neglecting the vision He's placed in you in order to do it.
I won't belabor that. It's not truly my point anyway. I'm just seeing a Greater, Wiser Energy directing my Life. The more I set aside time to honor the dream He's placed in my heart, the more I look around and see my environment changing accordingly.
It's so much fun! I didn't expect fun when building my businesses, but I am thoroughly enjoying every part of it. From the creative to the interpersonal to the marketing to the sitting down with clients, I am relishing every part of it. I now see it is key to my fulfillment and joy. For that reason, I have to protect it and make decisions that make room for it. Now that I respect it, the Universe is respecting it too. How cool!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Is Your Dream Big Enough?
"If your dream is big enough, the odds don't matter," said Dennis Gaddy as he addressed his audience comprised mainly of formerly incarcerated men and women and prospective volunteers. This caused the hairs on my arm to stand at attention as I rustled anxiously through my pocketbook for something to write with. I had been wrestling with feelings of self-doubt all weekend, praying for some type of confirmation that I was on the right road.
No matter how called, appointed or anointed you are for the task or how purpose-driven or visceral the call, you will be met with opposition. To some of us that is news. We think that if God gave the call that it means our Red Sea will part and all of us will walk to the other side on dry land. We forget that prior the suffering of the Israelites had become more intense. After Moses told Pharoah to "let my people go," Pharoah started acting the fool! Moses was proclaiming the very words I AM told him to say. And even after plagues and disease ravaged Egypt and Pharoah finally said basically, "get the hell out," these happy vindicated souls come up against something that had absolutely nothing to do with Egypt. The sea. As if that isn't enough, Pharoah and his army were in hot pursuit with the intent to annihilate every man, woman, boy and girl. Terror!
Terror, yep, that's the feeling. Despite planning my work and working my plan, terror. Despite meeting with a client excited about utilizing my musical services, terror. Despite the here-here's of my boyfriend and the excitement on the faces of the people at the church who enjoyed my piano playing, I was in a chokehold that I couldn't shake. It would lift for a moment while I played or later sang, but everytime I'd get alone, it would wrap its chilly fingers back around my neck. At these times, what you believe is tested. In these moments, you grasp for your original resolve but just can't get the same feeling. In these moments of aloneness when nobody is spurring you along anymore, you start to question if you really have what it takes.
Those who were once on your team have stopped asking how you are. And if they do, your paranoia tells you they don't really want to know. They want you to say that you have a job. They want you to say that everything's great. They don't want to hear about your suffering. And honestly, you don't want to hear about it either. You feel like detaching from everyone because now, they are more a danger to you than you could ever be to them. Any lack of enthusiasm for your dream is exaggerated. Every sigh, every glazed look, every hesitation heightens our sensitivities. So with all those feelings wrapped around my neck, I decided to go check out Mr. Gaddy and CSI's orientation. Yep, I tend to do the opposite of what I'm feeling.
Mr. Gaddy introduced two previously incarcerated individuals to the group. I can't recall their names. One was of Puerto Rican descent and the other was a devoted Muslim. Their stories were unbelievable! With the crimes they had committed, they should not have been greeting us or even alive to tell us about their experiences--yet there they were. Men who had overcome the odds stacked so high against them that it was likened to the Red Sea that the Israelites faced. Yet, their stories removed every single excuse I or anyone else had for not moving forward.
Paramount for me was the fact that they persevered through opposition. Where most would have sat down and quit or committed a crime to go back to prison, they perservered. I heard a whisper. "Crashing is part of the journey," it said. On the road to success there will be crashes. You'll be going strong and making progress then...wham. These men both were thriving for a while, then due to the economy, had to close down their businesses. They didn't stop though. They kept moving. Going back to prison was not an option for them--they had decided that--so, they had to find a way to make it work.
That's what happens when your dream is big enough. Even if you wanted to give up, the strength of the dream won't let you. Even if you decide to close your mouth, it'll speak to you through people, places, things. Even if you refuse to pursue it during waking hours, it'll haunt you in your dreams. You can't get away from it.
No matter how called, appointed or anointed you are for the task or how purpose-driven or visceral the call, you will be met with opposition. To some of us that is news. We think that if God gave the call that it means our Red Sea will part and all of us will walk to the other side on dry land. We forget that prior the suffering of the Israelites had become more intense. After Moses told Pharoah to "let my people go," Pharoah started acting the fool! Moses was proclaiming the very words I AM told him to say. And even after plagues and disease ravaged Egypt and Pharoah finally said basically, "get the hell out," these happy vindicated souls come up against something that had absolutely nothing to do with Egypt. The sea. As if that isn't enough, Pharoah and his army were in hot pursuit with the intent to annihilate every man, woman, boy and girl. Terror!
Terror, yep, that's the feeling. Despite planning my work and working my plan, terror. Despite meeting with a client excited about utilizing my musical services, terror. Despite the here-here's of my boyfriend and the excitement on the faces of the people at the church who enjoyed my piano playing, I was in a chokehold that I couldn't shake. It would lift for a moment while I played or later sang, but everytime I'd get alone, it would wrap its chilly fingers back around my neck. At these times, what you believe is tested. In these moments, you grasp for your original resolve but just can't get the same feeling. In these moments of aloneness when nobody is spurring you along anymore, you start to question if you really have what it takes.
Those who were once on your team have stopped asking how you are. And if they do, your paranoia tells you they don't really want to know. They want you to say that you have a job. They want you to say that everything's great. They don't want to hear about your suffering. And honestly, you don't want to hear about it either. You feel like detaching from everyone because now, they are more a danger to you than you could ever be to them. Any lack of enthusiasm for your dream is exaggerated. Every sigh, every glazed look, every hesitation heightens our sensitivities. So with all those feelings wrapped around my neck, I decided to go check out Mr. Gaddy and CSI's orientation. Yep, I tend to do the opposite of what I'm feeling.
Mr. Gaddy introduced two previously incarcerated individuals to the group. I can't recall their names. One was of Puerto Rican descent and the other was a devoted Muslim. Their stories were unbelievable! With the crimes they had committed, they should not have been greeting us or even alive to tell us about their experiences--yet there they were. Men who had overcome the odds stacked so high against them that it was likened to the Red Sea that the Israelites faced. Yet, their stories removed every single excuse I or anyone else had for not moving forward.
Paramount for me was the fact that they persevered through opposition. Where most would have sat down and quit or committed a crime to go back to prison, they perservered. I heard a whisper. "Crashing is part of the journey," it said. On the road to success there will be crashes. You'll be going strong and making progress then...wham. These men both were thriving for a while, then due to the economy, had to close down their businesses. They didn't stop though. They kept moving. Going back to prison was not an option for them--they had decided that--so, they had to find a way to make it work.
That's what happens when your dream is big enough. Even if you wanted to give up, the strength of the dream won't let you. Even if you decide to close your mouth, it'll speak to you through people, places, things. Even if you refuse to pursue it during waking hours, it'll haunt you in your dreams. You can't get away from it.
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