hit and run
Jul 20
via brucegrigg
a couple of days ago, life threw me a fast ball. it was a ‘small business owner’ fast ball.
it didn’t really come out of nowhere. i knew it was coming.
i only write about it today because the result of being lazy and ignoring the inevitable, taught me a lesson.
although i knew the ball was coming, i still panicked, got anxious and moped for a bit after it hit me.
- the panic caused me to look for my resume, searching online for jobs and even applying for a few.
- the anxiety had me eating a few pounds of popcorn, buttered by a few sticks of butter, sprinkled with way too much salt.
- i moped around the house for a couple of days without bathing, laughing or thinking anything positive.
when life throws us a fast ball we either hit it or run.
- i wanted to run. run right into the arms of corporate america. a place (not always guaranteed) but known for free coffee, regular pay, water cooler gossip, reason to get excited for happy hour – security and consistency.
- i didn’t hit it because i really didn’t want to. hitting it would have been the easy solution but i would have been unhappy and frustrated.
then i remembered why i went into business for myself.
- i don’t want to play on anyone else’s field. i want to play on my own field (aka the beach, a coffee shop, in bed, by the pool…anywhere but an office).
- i want to play by my own rules.
- i want freedom.
most important, i remembered that my business is my glove and i can play anywhere! and that realization is best medicine for an entrepreneur’s pity party.
