If you had ever told me I'd be dissecting my own business plan, figuring out my target market, or trying to write workshops for professional career women ages 25 - 45 with a hefty salary, I'd tell you you've been sniffing the paint too long.

But here I am, sitting on my couch on an end of summer Sunday afternoon in late August and feeling, maybe, maybe I'm close to being at a lift off point with "Workshops by Wolford" and hoping, hoping, hoping I've got enough business, marketing, and workshop information to convince the good and kind loan officer to give me my business loan so I can officially launch this business!

I am nails-bitten-to-the-core excited about offering a series of workshops that deal with turning the daily grind into an adventure and applying the spiritual principles found all over the place in the bookstores, Internet, radio, and TV into our lives no matter the situation!

Something just fell in the bedroom as I was typing this and unless it was due to something Russell, the cat did, I think that was my sign that all is well. All is happening.

Or toppling.

But I am pressing on. "How can I help?" urges me on. I know this is my avenue to help and it will provide me the breathing space to write my stories, too, it all fits.

It's married together.

And now I go back to working on it, the patience to do a good job, and to believe always whispering in my ear along with my dad's words 10 years ago the morning after his death...

"It's all about love, Sheela."



It is.