There are days where I swear this is not my life.  What happened to the days when I would wake up, drive my son to school, and then find my way to the courthouse?  Or better yet, what happened to my apartment in New York City, and my son’s crib?  Where have the years gone?  Nothing has turned out the way it was supposed to, and for the life of me, I don’t remember what happened to the book I was supposed to be writing, or that prince who was supposed to show up, and propose we get married at the speedway.  Did I really let go of my apartment by the beach?  Say it isn’t so!

And now, as if things weren’t bad enough, I am pretty sure I signed on to sell insurance!  I used to have an office, a view of the city, and clients!!! Can somebody help me understand what’s happened?  Better yet, do you have any leads, because I need to make rent, and I sell insurance! Ugh, I swear in my mind, there seems to be nothing worse than this, so how on earth do I change my mindset and decide that this is what I’m supposed to be doing???

I didn’t move to Vegas to sell insurance! So what are the odds that I will be successful at this new venture?  Is God playing a joke on me and putting me right back where I started?  What sets me apart from all those other folks out there who sell insurance?  Why would someone want to give me an opportunity to quote on their coverages?  Someone once told me there’s an “insurance whore” standing on every corner, and that’s such a horrible thought to behold.  Working for commission, couldn’t I have found some other way to make it in Vegas?

Stay tuned . . . it can’t get much worse! 😉