I wish so badly that my thoughts were clear. My vision? permanent. My passion? Pervasive in everything I do. My path? Everchanging.
Takes money to make money, right? I could own and manage a coffeeshop. My own. That I bought and I suply. But I'm STILL a corporate coffee whore. A salaried, bullied, overworked coffee management whore. This is how I pay my bills. This is NOT how I want to spend my twenties. I could do better. I could have my shop. But how?
Grants?
Loans?
Investors?
Jesus handing me money from the sky?

I need to find a way. I could be traveling right now while my shop is in full swing.

I could be in Colorado with my Great Dane and Rotti.