I would run a home-run tech support business offering all kinds of day to day maintenance and configuration services (spyware/viruses, new PC setup & data transfer, "tune-ups", hardware repair, consultations etc.). I already kind of started one, but I haven't been advertising and I'm very nervous about asking people for payment without feeling bad even though my services are much cheaper than any other place you could get the same thing around here. I don't know how realistic it is that this could support my current way of living (even just rent), but it's what I like doing.
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^^sounds like a good jo b
I'd get paid to fish in my kayak off the coast of south florida... and eat all the yummy fishes.
Or writer... or hell, both?
Who's gonna fund this venture!
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“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.
Wonder- one of the things I got out of the business class I took was that if you have a skill to offer, you have a right to be compensated for it. I, personally, am positively technologically impaired. Therefore, I would need your services. In return for your time and effort, you should get something from me. Maybe money, maybe gardening help
I'm thinking a teaching ranch/farm might be interesting. However, at the moment what I want is a self-sustained/contained farm where I can be a hermit for a while. Once I'm ready to deal with people again, I'm very interested in healing land and learning/teaching how to use what wants to grow here to nourish/heal ourselves.
Personal chef/ restauranteur using local/ organic/ both and Primal ingredients, with the option of fresh pasta, etc for those who want it added on. Restaurant would be called Science! With Food!, opened with a close friend and a couple of compatriots, and, knowing this area, popular overnight.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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