work and home

Okay! so I have a house. It's really nice. A split level, 2-car garage, 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and a great big family to share it with!
Sorta.
Me and 4 other guys are renting it. We're quite blessed. (Or lucky, whichever you prefer).

So I have a job which is straight commission. A sales job. I sell debit machines. It's pretty swell, I really like the atmosphere and the potential it has to offer.

Have I made any money?
No.
Will I?
Yes. Absolutely.

So I have family and friends who are busy telling me "No.... No. Sales job is bad job."
But you know what? I like it! It's a great job! And just cause they can't handle it doesn't mean I can't.

And in 2 years I could be owning my own office! In 5, a series of offices!
Now who can't handle it??

But seriously, putting on a suit and leaving my house every morning... It makes me wish I had a real family.
Like a wife and kids...
I could kiss my wife goodbye every morning and tell her I love her.

I'm kind of a sap. Maybe that's part of growing up.
Or maybe it's just time to actually grow up.

Who knows? All I know is some day, I'll make a great dad.