The "this" is what I label the "Santa Clause Rally" in my life. For six weeks, so far, things are not only going my way. Unexpected gifts such as contacts from friends from the past and unsolicited new business are arriving all the time.
Today, for example, a client paid promptly via PayPal. As with most accounts receivable, I was sweating that.
At Firestone, I ponied up about $21 to have my trusty Chevy checked out before I headed from the Southwest back to the East. My number-one concern was whether I needed new brakes. No, I don't, they told me.
How smart I feel that I did "silo billing" with a software startup.
First of all, I pushed to get fully paid for the assignment I had completed.
Then for the next, all I invested was an outline. Before I started, I did the broken-record approach of requesting a down payment. Hadn't they already sent it, they asked me. No, I answered, several times. Today I find out that they are out of business. Unlike established tech companies, startups can't hold on through several disappointing quarters.
And I will be able to experience the cross-country drive east as a vacation. Already, I have informed clients and prospects that I will be off-duty. If I like a city I am passing through, I can hang out in it for a bit. Also, no having to drive out of my way to find the lowest-cost motel or the one with the coupons. In the past 27 months bunking in Arizona, I have paid off all debt and built a nest egg.
And, Labor Day weekend I will shop for furniture for the new digs. Not work.
There is that adage in mindfulness groups: Don't give up before the miracle. That also covers my four-footer son. A wounded rescue, he finally opened himself to love. He will be the ideal traveling companion for our upcoming journey. On the drive to AZ, I was, well, in the dog house.