That’s what I used to say to my rich friends when I was broke. I’d like to invite you to say the same thing to me.
I am a workaholic. I can’t Not work. I work when I’m sick. And with the vacuum in my life from the sale of my company, I had to find a few other things to do. This blog is (note: not was) one of them. But things unexpectedly went SO well that I had more work to do, suddenly, and felt obligated to celebrate.
I will be back from my work hard/play even harder silence – thank you to the 200 people a day who take time from their schedules to see what I’m up to. I promise you continued chatter from the globe-like area where I keep my brain over the next week.
And the contest is still on.