I incorporated Trout Prophets.
The insurance is in place. Bond is in place. Next step: get my outfitter license.
Get river permit (that needs a miracle).
Get boat.
Get going.
I dont know what to do about drinking. Do I have a problem? If you have to ask, right?
I really dont drink in volume. But, I like a beer or two or a glass of wine or two frequently these days.
I beat myself up a lot over it, and that is the real problem. Condemnation.
The last word I got from God was the Michael and Rita thing. God was all over us having a glass of wine.
The dog fighting cancer died. Bogie was his name. I HATE that. God, I HATE that.
Money is all messed up.
I felt we have been tighting ot our home. It was God. I believe. But, I kinda stopped. He didnt tell me to. I need to get back at that.