I guess I am smack dab in the middle. When I was building up a clientele as a hairdresser, and in my early twenties, I *tried* self promotion. I worked long arduous hours...usually seven in the morning until nine at night. I was good though. Very good. I could and still can do a quality hair cut in ten minutes. That made some of my clientele upset though because they felt they deserved more time and effort. I was married to the clock. I would over book. It was about the number of services I could squeeze in per day. My boss loved me of course. I was miserable after awhile because I felt, even then, I had lost something in gaining a huge following.

I have never worked well with a team. That mentality makes my skin crawl.

My life is slowing down. I hate the word *perfect* because there is only one way to go...down.

I have not blazed any trails. Never will.

Now...anything that would allow me the freedom of being alone is what appeals to me.