My husband is my best friend. He really, really is. I can count on him to prop me up when I’m feeling down and I think he feels the same about me.

We’ve hit some huge potholes in the road of life lately. The main one being a reversal of what I was complaining about in my last entry…too many clients became too few clients. In a span of about two weeks I lost 45% of my cleaning clientele to the economy.

Forget recession folks, I think it’s time to call a spade a spade and declare this a depression. At the very least it is definitely how my pocketbook is feeling these days.

Thankfully, my husband and I have each other to bolster our spirits. When things look grim we just dig in and work together. We’re determined to survive and thrive.

I’ve still pretty new to this whole ‘entrepreneurial thing’ and my husband is even more so. However, he’s catching up quick. We were discussing a class that he will be teaching in mid-March or April called Homebrewing 101. We finished a basic cost analysis, figured out what supplies and ingredients we would need and he will be solidifying the dates of the classes tomorrow with UMKC’s community education department (Communiversity).

I was so happy to hear him planning the class, despite the economic setbacks (which have included him needing to obtain full-time work very soon) and said so. He grinned at me and said, “You know I don’t like to give you compliments because you women get such swelled heads.” He stopped and waited for me to throw something at him.

“But I really like the way you look at things. You’ve got this, ‘Okay, let’s heave some ideas against the wall here and see what sticks.’ And then you come back and throw it up again and see if it sticks a second time. You try it out and if it doesn’t work you move on. You don’t put all your eggs in one basket or wait around for someone else to come rescue you and you never give up.”

I resisted grinning like a complete fool. Some women want to hear how pretty they are or how great their hair looks. Me, I’ll settle for being told I’m full of courage and pluck any day of the week. Courage and pluck lasts while good looks eventually fade.

The point of this entry is just what my husband pointed out. Take some ideas of what you want to do, who you want to be and heave them at the wall like they are pasta. What sticks? Toss it again. Does it stick a second time? Well heck, give it a try then. And if it doesn’t work, try something else.

We only have this one life. Make it mean something, make it special, make it yours inside and out.

Heave it at the wall and see what sticks.