“I didn’t know how difficult it would be.”
Well, I am a single Mom of three who, before starting my own homebased business,
held down two jobs. I would get up at 4:00 in the morning and not get to bed until midnight most nights, after returning from my part-time retail job, packing lunches, checking homework and relieving my mother, who helped out with the kids.
That, my friends, is difficult.
It is difficult always having to lower your dreams to meet your means. It is difficult to miss your son’s football game because you have to work. It is difficult knowing the rust bucket you call a car is eating you alive in maintenance, but you can’t afford a new one. It is difficult to realize that someone else is going to watch your daughter take her first step or have your son say mama to the preschool teacher.
It is difficult knowing that you have spent 40 years of your life working
for someone else, only to realize that you will be retiring on one-third
of what you can live on today. Or, worse yet, it is difficult knowing that you have diligently worked all your life, only to be given an early retirement and replaced by someone younger, more capable.
I will tell you what is difficult. It is difficult waking up one morning
and realizing that your children, the most precious things imaginable, no longer need bottles, diapers, have tea parties, or are shorter than the baseball bat they are trying to swing. It is difficult realizing it is too late and that the time frittered away can never be retrieved. It slips through our fingers one second at a time.
It is also difficult watching the spark in your partner’s eyes fade
because both of you realize the house you have been wanting is just a
dream because someone else is controlling your finances.
We have nasty habits about rationalizing, procrastination and skirting
important things, rather than facing the issues. Too often we allow others who do not pay our bills, who do not share our dreams, to direct our futures.
As children we have absolutely no freedom; we rebel in our teens and
scream for freedom. We reach adulthood and are finally free, only to
relinquish that freedom because we think it is too difficult. We do not
want to take responsibility. We do not want to make a wrong decision, so we obligingly give that awesome power to someone else. We wake up too late. We hear ourselves uttering phrases like: “I wish I had only . . .” and “If I could do it over again.”
You have no one but yourself to blame. You had the chance. Perhaps the opportunity was presented many times and each time you elevated the trivial to a higher priority than yourself.
Let me ask you: Is building our business really difficult?
Is it so traumatic to show someone an exciting product or idea? Is it so
difficult to understand that if you work your business consistenly, you just might finally be able to send your children to a college chosen by excellence, rather than one chosen by price?