La Bene Vita

Driven

I don't think I'll ever be happy with my accomplishments.

I could be a five-time New York Times Bestselling Author (which, apparently, is a mark of success), and I would lament my failure to devise a student database for my (side-, at that point) business. MTMS   could be gross higher than WalMart, and I'd beat myself up over not earning better margins. I could (and do) employ twenty-five central Ohio workers, and regret my inability to help out three good friends who have lost their jobs and can't seem to find replacements.

It's starting to bug me that I can't do it all. I'm one of those people who will never "retire" in the traditional sense, though I may pull a pension or two. Time is stupid. Theoretically, I could drop everything else for a year, and focus on nothing but my database / fiction career / margins / business growth. But, in my opinion, I should get four years all at the same time, so I can do all those things. Add in one more year for exercise and weight loss, and another year for web development, plus a year for family time, and a year for social networking and beating arbitrary web grading scores like Klout and MarketingGrader. Where am I? Ten years?

I'll take ten years, please. All at the same time.

Student count = 273.5, but don't get excited. It's withdrawal week.