My mom is visiting this week. Between spoiling the grandkids and helping me sort fall clothes, she's bemoaning the loss of her second job. She appreciated its independent hours and extra income.
I must lack the entrepreneurial spark. Why can't we have a great idea for a business? Both of us are creative people, but neither of us like risk. Right now, everyday life is satisfying/challenging/overwhelming enough for me. (Insert appropriate adjective depending on the time of day.)
Perhaps I should put a subscription to the new Victoria on my Christmas list. Its Business of Bliss profiles were always so inspiring.