“I’m not hungry,” I told my grandmother one night at the dinner table.
My stomach was in a knot. Food lost its taste a long time ago, but this was the first time in my 28 years that I’d turned down my grandmother’s meatballs. For an Italian grandson, this kind of behavior can get you condemned.
I had a blank, vacant stare, but my mind was racing a mile a minute. I was obsessed with my business.
More specifically, I was obsessed with finding new customers.
What more could I do? I was already on Facebook, LinkedIn, and Twitter. I was guest posting on every marketing blog I could find. [read]
Joe The Flow 