I decided this week what I want to be when I grow up, and I think I already am. I know the word falls in the same category as prophet, psychic and gypsy, but I want to be a visionary. I am a visionary.
You may be thinking, “What the Hell does that mean?” Well, it means I have a vision and then I make it happen. That’s what I’m good at. It’s what I like doing. I see things that are wrong and come up with creative ways to fix them. I am a visionary…
I’d like new business cards. White with a pink daisy, yellow center, with just my name & info, the link to my blog and the title Visionary. Eat my pixie dust.