I grew up watching my father run insurance and real estate businesses. I imagined myself being like him: busy, running around, working, and with large wads of money in my pocket. To me, entrepreneurship meant freedom. In the beginning, it was liberating—quitting the job that told me they would never pay me $20 an hour as a manager of three locations. Setting my own hours, my own rate of pay, bringing my daughter to work with me sometimes. Years later, the disillusionment of business ownership started. I began to wonder: when would I go sit on a beach and lose the idea of time? When would I be rich? When would I get out of survival mode? When would my life change? After 10 years, I finally did schedule a hiatus and sit on a beach. Months went by, and the urge to make money did not stop. See, at this point, I had accomplished so many desires and dreams. There was nothing to do but go for the things my soul had been calling for. And that's when I decided I was going to make music.