After reading Bill and Cecil's posts, I would be remiss to leave this out...as much as I love what I do as a fisheries biologist, the first 8, yes that's EIGHT, years, I was able to take very little money from my business. It was hell, financially. We lived hand to mouth, and had to borrow money every winter. Then, I would work my tail off in the spring to pay the loan. Finally, in 1991, I earned enough money to not borrow. Then, in my 14th year, I started earning slightly more than I needed to live. Now, 26 years into it, I am having the time of my life. I'll always remember the hard times, times when I probably should have quit to become a pharmacist or school teacher or something 'safe.' But, there is a burning flame deep inside that has always told me to quit whining, shut up and keep working. Really glad I did.
