I’m Aiming for the Promised land.
The promised land is a place where I don’t set my alarm clock. I wake-up naturally to the sun in my eyes and the sound of purring in my ears.
The promised land is a place where there are no work clothes, even business casual.
The promised land does not have a rush hour, strategically planned vacations, lunch hours, or breaks to breathe and regain some of my sanity.
The promised land is visiting my sisters and friends when I want to, not just evenings or weekends.
The promised land is wrapping myself in a fuzzy warm blanket and watching the driven rain or snow from the inside, instead of emerging from it looking like the Abominable Snowman.
The promised land is sitting in front of my computer in the middle of the day and typing my heart out and getting paid for it.
The promised land is in my kitchen, with my feet up, sipping cappuccino looking out over the ocean instead of at a clock.
You see, I said it wasn’t far.
The trouble is getting there, but I think I’ve found a way to at least make it closer.
As you can probably tell, I don’t want to be at my job anymore. I can’t decide if I’m a gerbil in a cage or Cinderella locked in the attic, but it’s time to break free.
I can do better. I know I can.
Here’s what’s bringing retirement closer.
I have a friend who I’ve been buying hemp oil from for the past two months. I’ve sent so many people to her that she finally suggested I sell it myself.
Deal. I’ll do it.
It’s a good product and it will help people the way it’s helped me. And if I put the effort into selling it that I put into my current unfulfilling job, I’ll make enough to not work for anyone except myself ever again.
Hemp has relieved my aches and pains and irritable bowel syndrome. I have rotator cuff injuries and an arthritic knee with bone spurs that have caused pain to the point that I’ve skipped yoga classes.
And guess what else? I’m not taking any over-the-counter (OTC)pain medications anymore. They can get toxic and accumulate in your system. Just because it’s OTC and not prescription doesn’t mean it can’t be dangerous.
The hemp/CBD oil market is growing market and we’re just seeing the tip of the iceberg. There’s potential to make a bundle and I’m going for it. I believe in it. And once I get the wheels really spinning, it will remain in motion.
I love writing and publishing on Medium, but in terms of making money, it’s going to take more time and I don’t have it. The shit I have to suck in on a daily basis has filled me almost to the brim.
Yes, this will bring the day when I can say, “Take this job and shove it,” closer, faster. In the beginning, that means now, it will mean working this business while working full-time, but that’s okay.
The countdown from 365 began yesterday. Today is day 364.
Here’s what I’ve planned so far.
Business Cards. Ordered. Check.
Additional hemp oil and topical cream. Check.
1/2 oz. glass bottles with droppers and glass cosmetic jars. Ordered and check.
I’m waiting on all of them.
Time to make the donuts.
The oil goes in the bottles and the cream goes in the jar.
The cards go in a bag or container of some sort with the bottles and the jars. They’re ready for delivery.
Getting it out there
I’ll carry these little gems with me everywhere I go. God knows my pocketbook it big enough.
I never seem to not run into someone complaining about their aches and pains, legitimately. I’ll be ready to help with my sample pack.
Maybe I’ll walk through malls on Saturdays with a hemp shirt and sign that says, “Ask me what hemp can do for you.” Hey, you never know.
And of course there are always events where you can peddle your wares.
Time to edit my occupation.
I’m currently on LinkedIn as an author, though writer is more like it. There isn’t a ‘writer’ category, so I chose the closest thing.
It looks like it’s time for a change it, maybe combine hemp hustler with writer or some such thing. I’m thinking on it. Hard.
I can’t check this one off my list tonight, but give me a day.
I’m learning about LinkedIn in the LinkedIn Mastery course. I still need to make connections and grow a following, but it’s taking shape, one day at a time. My connections and followings will grow with my business and I’ll meet happy people along the way.
It will also keep me motivated.
And that’s it.
Hey, I’m just starting and building and this is where I’m at. I’m writing about it so I can hold myself accountable.
I’ve thought about it. Spoken about it. Now I’ve put it on paper for all the world to see.
There’s no turning back.
Wish me luck.