Even though it feels like an eternity, I've only been in the "official" entrepreneurial landscape for two and a half years. I've learned a lot in that time. I've made a lot of mistakes. One of the first things I had to learn was that being good at your craft does not...
I’ve been in the internet marketing industry for almost 4 years. When I first started, I knew little about what went on in the back end of the interwebs and how it could affect people. A lot has happened since then. I graduated college, got a job as a marketing...
Jon Acuff is what I would consider a “new age” author, meaning that he attempts to connect with his audience via humor and simplicity instead of using convoluted language that the masses can’t comprehend in its entirety. His quick wit and “common man” language makes...
I chose to go up the mountain, I could have chosen no. I was safe down below where the pines and aspens grow. The winds blow cool air down there where the bear and deer roam. There’s stability there and my ability was fit merely for civility, not for agility or...
I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried, the excitement, nervousness, and and jitters wouldn’t wear off. I knew that this was a really GOOD thing or a really BAD thing. On one hand, starting a business should be exciting – there should be a certain amount of...
This month marks three years that I have sold pest control. Slammed doors, angry people (and their dogs), and constant rejection is the name of the game. Don’t get me wrong, there are good times too. For example, when I was selling in Fairfield, CA in 2013 I broke my...
This morning I rolled out of bed refreshed and ready to go. No, that is not a typo. I always knew that I was more productive in the mornings during school, but I figured it was the same for everyone. The problem is- I’ve consistently been inconsistent with schedules....
Growing up on a farm, I was able to see the planting, growing, and harvesting of a variety of different crops. Wheat, potatoes, beans, corn, peppermint, sugar beets, and alfalfa made every summer a torture for my trusty shovel and me. As we worked, I saw a very...
The 9 year-old me walked through the front door on a sunny May afternoon, tired from a long day at school. Dad also walked through the door. “Did you get the chickens fed?” he asked. Feeding the farm fowl was one of many dreaded chores that plagued my childhood....