I’m thinkin about it. My office cubicle is starting to feel like a prison cell more and more each day. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of being my own boss, being told when I can and can’t take breaks, how loud I can or can’t be, that I can’t have food at my desk, that I can’t check my personal email, that I can’t do this or I have to do that, blah blah blah, it really sucks working for ‘the man.’ It’s much easier to get up at the crack of dawn to go to the yard because I know I HAVE to if I want that money. I really always have been my own best boss and my own worst enemy. I think I’ll have to see how the winter goes and then I’ll decide whether or not I can pull the trigger on going full time scrapping. I think it’d be really great for my soul if I was only working for myself and my family but until I can ensure that there will be a roof over our heads, food on the table and bills being paid, I can’t and won’t do it.