Another work week.....looms.
After a holiday, no less.
Anybody else get these feelings of anxiety and trepidation mid-day Sunday?
You know, the ones that manifest themselves as a constant reminder of that bid for the major customer, the international client that needs hand holding with dangerous goods paperwork or the universally loathed TPS report.(enter Office Space meme)
No matter your vocation, location or situation, we all have experienced this at some point. For some of us it's a weekly battle to get back into the trenches. For others, it's frequently a time of mental preparation to not survive but thrive. I very commonly experience the former and find it increasingly challenging to choose the attitude of the latter.
I've discovered my willingness to jump on board with my work schedule is something that is entirely contingent on my acknowledgement of others being supremely more important than myself.
When it comes down to it, I love working hard because my body and mind are more in sync and my family reaps the benefits which are beyond the things I can see at any given moment.
Leading a family that is centered around the husband working full time and the wife staying at home is something I always had growing up. Truth be told, I never thought it would be a semi-controversial approach to family life and child rearing. We've never been ones to strictly adhere to certain concepts of social expectation in the Powers household. We are always open to a new ideas and approaches to our lives as long as we accomplish our objectives.
I spent most of my first 5 years of marriage working the least amount necessary and assessing the results to be largely nominal. The more I looked for the shortcuts and easy outs, the high frequency of missed opportunities and career dead ends became the norm.
I hit a roadblock and realized by my lack of financial fortitude and significant debt that I was literally killing myself by not working hard.
This isn't what it was supposed to be. I wasn't destined to be lazy and and unmotivated.
But work wasn't intended to be, you know, work. Right?
Adulthood is full of possibilities. Mine was not turning out like my presumptions had eluded to.
I had a choice to make. And it was made simple, but not easy.
I chose my family and a positive future. I have never, not once, ever regretted that decision.
But it cost me a lot. It cost me my pride, my perceived prospects and my unquenchable and totally fanciful expectations.
Looking back 10 plus years ago, I can't fathom taking the route I was headed toward. Instead, I've seen the results of unembellished hard work and dedication. I've pulled 3 jobs at once to make ends meet. We've had months of total spending embargoes. We experienced some of our most elevated highs and crushing lows during this period to quash our debt and get Heidi home full time.
But because of that decision we've been able to pursue so much more that we never considered before. An amazing byproduct of our conviction in this area has also been the entrepreneurial avenues that we have discovered and made our own. I'm a musician and it's allowed me to form both a longterm musical venture with two of my best friends and start my own music production company with my composition partner.
Through her desire to see our family continue to live better and healthier, Heidi has not only discovered the amazing and versatile uses of essential oils but become an Doterra Wellness Advocate. This being an avenue to both support our bodies naturally and see financial perks of running our own businesses. This allows us to be together more and see the opportunity to work as a team and be effective as a couple.
All in all, I've learned, for me, I have to work more to have a true understanding of earning my keep.
I'll always know the worth of a hard day's work. Because it took me years to figure out what my fathers and their fathers knew...
...that it's always sweeter, when you earn it.