The sun comes up and with it a fresh new day. Hope and excitement fill my thoughts. I create a list of things I want to accomplish. The list is long, but that is ok. I have the entire day ahead of me. I grab my diet coke and whatever is appealing on the McDonald’s menu… You relate. I know you do. I have never been a coffee drinker… diet coke is like oxygen to me. I cannot be without it.
I have already answered emails, sent text and chatted with those that left late voicemails. The kids have been scooted off to school. I will either go to a barn, the mill, another lumber yard, the shop or to my office. Invoices need sent and photographs need to be taken. I love the variety of what I do. I am not the kind of person that can do that same thing each day. So the fact that no two days are alike is perfect to me.
I never expected or dreamed that I would be doing this. I did expect to be doing something very different than most. I just always seemed to follow the path not taken. This path was so unexpected. I tell people that I accidentally started this business. That is as honest as I can be. I was searching. Searching for something I could feel passionate about. Aren’t we all? A place where I could call my own shots. A place where I could follow my heart. A place where I could make a difference. I never dreamed it would be reclaiming barns. (So don’t limit where your search takes you)
So as I continue my day, there is no one to blame when things go wrong. And go wrong they do. Products take longer than expected to create. Shipping gets turned upside down. Quotes get rejected. The weather refuses to cooperate no matter what Weather Bug says each hour will bring... Everyone seems to need things yesterday…. But that isn’t just small business owners that feel these issues- is it? Don’t we all feel them?
If we were perfect people in a perfect world, wouldn’t it all be easier. The feeling of being invincible that we wake up with would still be there come night time. But we are not. We are imperfect. These imperfections seem to eat at us as the day drags on into night. By the time the sun has set and the kids are in bed, I have no excitement left in me. I have very little hope left. Instead I am full of doubt… often left asking myself… what was I thinking?
But failure isn’t an option. So, I look forward to tomorrow… when the sun comes up again, when the wave of new hope and excitement set in again, because failure just isn’t an option. The path not taken is such because this is hard work. Going where others have not gone is hard work. If you are on this path, you are not alone. I am excited for you. And I am here if you need someone to cheer you on!!!