Letting Life Pass Me By or How I Sabotaged My Life
Several years ago, just after Facebook exploded, I was approached by a guy I’d “met” online (it’s not like that. Keep reading). He and I had both contributed to a certain online forum and he’d been following my writing.
We became friendly (again, not like that. He and his same-sex partner reside in Ontario and, plus, I’m not a lunatic and don’t hook up with people from online) and began corresponding and occasionally had phone conversations. He is a life coach and after being “friends” for a while, corresponding via email, Facebook and a few small phone calls, he one day phoned me with a business offer….He wanted to join forces and put together a program: a website, literature and eventually a book. He’d be the coach, we’d brainstorm together and he wanted me to write.
It sounded so great….a kind of long-distance, too-good-to-be-true kind of fairy tale. But, after some consideration, I determined I was too much of a pussy and probably didn’t take him too seriously and I eventually declined his offer.
He continued with his idea….At first he had a great little online newsletter. Then his website sorta blew up. Then he had several television appearances (as a life coach) and just this weekend he had a signing for his 3rd book. I’m so proud of him but I’m totally calling myself out for being such a big baby and not making that leap. Dammit. Fame and fortune could be mine. In the words of Mikey-the-Goonie “All that rich stuff…”
Here’s to Bruno: http://www.brunologreco.com/