In Part One and Part Two, I have explained some of the jobs I created to make a living. A part of my core belief is that I have a Right to life by virtue of the fact I’m here, and from that flows a Right to make a living. Therefore I would simply decide to do something. I think the difficulty for most is in making a decision to try something. And old tapes begin playing in one’s head, that prevent some from trying. If you stop and think about it the job you apply for to work for someone else is a venture which stems from a decision someone made to start the business. And you must do the same thing if you would like working for yourself.

I ended Part Two with the story of my little flower shop inside a farmers market, doing part time reflexology. However neither one of these brought in enough income to live on.

I lived in a large older house in a suburb of Atlanta, and decided to rent out one furnished bedroom. A young lady working at the farmers market rented it.

My sister was a registered nurse, and at that time had a business as a counselor to patients on a metabolic ecology program, devoted to a nutritional program for cancer patients. She had a number of counselees, and spent time at her other home in Florida, when she asked me to assist her. I agreed and her calls were forwarded to me while she was in Florida.

I studied the program, learned as much as I could about the regimen, and became her assistant to counsel the callers. Some of the patients were local and began coming to me for reflexology treatments.

Therefore between my little flower shop, renting out one room, doing reflexology and assisting in counseling, I had enough income to live on the next five years.

Later I moved into a larger, nicer home in the same area and rented out 3 bedrooms. I felt strongly those having cancer had other underlying causes aside from physical, and spent a period of time developing a self-help course.

I would accept six people at a time to come once a week for six months and charged a fee for the course. I gave up the job of assisting my sister, however along with my little flower shop, my regulars who came for reflexology, and renting out 3 rooms, I was able to make a living with my additional counseling sessions.

After a time of doing all of this, I wanted to make a change. Renting rooms out presented problems from time to time, and I just got tired of all of it. My daughter had a large lovely home and wanted me to move in with her. So I took a sabbatical, and put my furniture in storage and moved in with her for awhile.

Later I moved into my own apartment, and the next four years sold on eBay and rented a booth in a local flea market, operated by others and all I had to do was furnish my booth with stuff to sell.

I bought a computer to sell on eBay and didn’t know how to turn one on. I’m the least electronic and mechanical person in the world and it was a struggle to learn how to operate a computer. But I manged to learn enough to sell on the net, and at one point eBay declared me a Power Seller, which astonished my children, because they know I have trouble operating a can opener.

During that time I still accepted a few appointments for reflexology from those who had been coming to me a long time.

When the apartment complex I lived in was sold, I moved out of Atlanta to my present residence near Lake Lanier, about 50 miles north of Atlanta, and retired.

Most of my life I enjoyed good health, but developed some health problems upon moving here and did nothing for a couple of years, when my son called and said he would set me up with a team to assist me if I would just write. He set up my own website and I began writing about 4 years ago.

Now-a-days I don’t do anything but write and play with my six year old grandson and watch TV, to keep up with what’s happening in the world.

I decided to write this series of articles, after listening to friends out of work and struggling financially in these difficult times. I thought my story of the things I did to make a living, might be of interest. One of the things I did not mention is, I made jewelry and sold it as one of my items on eBay.

I believe we were created to be creators, and one can create ways and means to make a living. Which starts with a decision.

From my own experience I know one can go into business with very little capital, however one most likely will need a sales tax number and in some instances a license.

After I opened my antique shop, two government agents appeared and informed me I had to collect sales tax. I said You’re kidding – on all this old used stuff? Then I informed them I did not choose to be a tax collector, but they politely informed me it was the law, and calmly showed me how to fill out the form I sent in every month, and from that time on I became a tax collector. Admittedly an unwilling one. I did like the fact selling on eBay did not require one to collect sales tax. But that might have changed since I stopped selling on eBay.

Some months ago a young man stopped by looking for yard work. I gave him a little job in my back yard area, while he bemoaned the fact it was hard to find a job. I said, Why don’t you go to the woods and rake up pine straw, and sell it to all the homeowners using pine straw among their shubbery? He just gave me a blank stare.

I never made a great deal of money from the jobs I created for myself, but enough to make a comfortable living. I thought I had arrived when I made enough to buy my son a car at 18 years old. I always felt great gratitude for any money I earned. And never went on any government doles for anything.

I hope my story might encourage another person to venture out on their own and try something. If by chance you fail, just stand up and try again.

As for myself, growing up with a mother that repeated like a mantra: “Be your own banker, your own doctor, your own preacher and your own counselor,” it stuck with me.

Good luck if you decide to try something different!!


Just Me AC


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  1. Back when I owned a store the city sales tax collector called me almost every month trying to convince me that sales tax was a good thing. It all started because of the notes I would add to the “memo” line of the checks I wrote them. Things like “Taxation is theft”, and “submitted under coercion”.

    Her argument was that I wasn’t paying the tax, my customers were. My answer to that was that I didn’t appreciate being forced to steal from my customers on her behalf.

    So, she would whine “But don’t you want paved streets and police?” I would say, “No, I really don’t. I want to opt out. I will even promise to never call the cops for any reason.” (I would have avoided the paved streets if possible, too.) That almost left her speechless.

    I would tell the woman that she should not worry about it, since I paid. But every month she would call again wondering why I had such a problem with the sales tax and trying to make me change my mind. That never happened.