Sometimes the Rewards of Having A Home Business Really Hurt!

Hey, what was that! Somebody could have told me that I would need body armor for the game today. It's midweek, midday, and I'm dodging more baseballs in the stands than the players are on the field. Today I hang out with Earl, my frat brother from college, to have a good time and continue the unofficial contest we have with our home based businesses.

The Tigers are destroying the Blue-Jays and my college chum and I are trying to out-exaggerate each other about our former prowess back in the day. As is customary when we meet up, we jokingly make a coke toast to the managers that let us take the day off to enjoy the ball game. Good thing we're our own bosses with home businesses, great guys really, because we allowed ourselves 24, 48, or 72 hours to take some "me" time.

At a time in the day that's usually reserved for working at someone else's company, I'm enjoying a hotdog and a soda at a beautiful stadium. And though I'm here, my home business continues to pump out between $200-$360 everyday and even more if I actually work. After over a decade of looking, I've finally found a home business that allows me to live a charmed life.

Foul Ball! I got it! I got it! I thought I had it because I used to play softball for a local team. It's been years since those days- way before I started my home business and I quickly remember that I'm no athlete once the ball hits my knuckles. Hey, maybe this could spark a new idea for promoting a new product.

I could say that my home business caused this; say that if I was still in the rat race I wouldn't have time for afternoon baseball outings and therefore I may not have hurt myself. But I did go after the ball like an idiot, so my home business is forgiven and I'll stick to working from home and not trying to catch speeding projectiles. This temporary pain kind of sums up how I feel; running your own home based business will have its challenges-but working to make someone wealthy will cause more pain and be less rewarding.

Two more flashes of white lightning come our way, but now I'm smarter and I run away like a little kitten. Plus I'm too busy yammering about my home business' top selling products and a new residual income product that I'm considering. My frat brother, with crackerjacks flying everywhere is gleaming about a new advertising method he's been using. Then, as if on queue we simultaneously bring up an alliance with a new marketing startup that looks to be very beneficial for our situations. As luck would have it, we're referring to the same company. I know I've hit pay-dirt because I gauge what I do with my home based business off what my friend would do, and here we are moving in the same direction at the same time.

The final few lead changes go unnoticed as we unravel the types of splits we've convinced this new company to give us. My old frat brother jumps out first, and looking to win our traditional "Slickest Home Based Business Move Ever" award (which is a beer from the loser), he spouts on about how he got the company to agree to give him seventy-five percent off of every product he sells. But I quickly boast about how I set up a marketing co-op with the company-essentially doubling the advertising dollars I have at my disposal.

The game had finally come to an end and me and my slightly bruised ego left feeling very grateful for being allowed to live the life I've always wanted. If it wasn't for my home business it would be impossible for me to do things like take cruises 12 times a year, work from anyplace that has online access, and watch my kids do what kids do. It started by me just saying what I wanted out of life and chasing my words with actions until I caught my dream.

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