ManWithABeard

This post is short but sweet. Though it is short, it still hits me hard, like a sack of bricks.

A few weeks ago, I texted my best friend. He attends our local university, studying to hopefully go to flight school to fly private jets, or something of the sort. Anyway I text him just to shoot the shit and see what he's been up to. So a few texts in, and out of nowhere he says "hey, you remember that sweater you designed for that guy's store last year?" I'm thinking, oh yeah ...

In November, it will be officially 2 years since I started on my path of entrepreneurship, and it will officially be 1 year since I've been in business (i.e. making money doing this). I still remember the moment when I got bit by the entrepreneur bug, it was CantWait2's success story that first reeled me in, and it was MJ's success story that really got me hungry for entrepreneurial success.

Because I am older, I am now sort of ashamed to say that I read those two stories in a cubicle, ...

So here I am now, sippin' on a PBR, got my design program open on one monitor, TheFastLaneForum.com on the other. I sit here, excited and giddy as hell even though I have to go to work tomorrow at my part time gig for another 8 hour shift. At the same time, I reflect on last year while at the same time focus on moving forward.

After the whole retailer fiasco from last year, I almost scrapped this business, almost shut down the LLC and everything. I mean, I was doing so good last year, ...

I was just on my twitter account, where I do a lot of networking and a bit of marketing and I look at my followers. I have a very low amount of followers. Most people look at that and feel ashamed or embarrassed. I don't. F$#k I have to be embarrassed about? I act as if I have a 1,000.

For those on here that know me, know that I am in the clothing biz. It's a tough ass business, if you let it. It's actually kind of easy once you have a method and a vision and stay consistent. I obviously ...

So...just a couple of months ago, I was in some cheap hotel, out of town, in an unfamiliar place, both emotionally and physically, ready to throw in that towel. I was frustrated, scared as hell, and just downright tired. I could of been tired because of my clean diet, but who knows. So I'm celebrating new years, with my girlfriend and her family, having the time of my life, despite being in a hotel room that I'd honestly wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. It wasn't dirty or anything, just the ...