So, yesterday I almost gave up. I was making a batch of Into the Woods soap, and I was tired. Really tired. My new version of that soap (due out August 1st) has five different colors, and once I'd finished, my workshop looked like it had exploded. And now I had to clean. Ugh. And there were so many other things to do that I'd fallen behind on. (Did you notice I made it two days on my 30 day blog challenge? Yeah.)
Did I mention I was tired?
Rationalization took over. I wouldn't be so tired if I didn't have this business, I thought. I could spend more time with my family. I could learn a new hobby. I'm sure I have something I want to learn. Don't I? I could spend more time on my new-found attempt at getting healthy. I could play more World of Warcraft - because, come on - Patch 6.2 just dropped this week, and doesn't that sound more fun? I could finish knitting my "summertime" cowl (which, at this rate, will be done in time for January's snow.) I could read a book. Paint my daughter's room. Anything!
(No, this isn't me. It's someone 10 years younger, with lots of hair. And skinnier. But you get the drift.)
My dreamy justification-world was taking shape. I'd ship all my current orders and chuck it all. I'd retire to a tropical island and drink piña coladas and relax. I could almost hear the surf coming in.
As I sat there, a new thought took shape. Maybe you're tired, too. It was close to five o'clock. Maybe you were just getting off work from a grueling day at the office - and dealing with your boss was a real pain in the ass. Or maybe you were just counting the minutes until your significant other arrived to give you a break from Summer with the Kids. Maybe the baby screamed all night and you're a walking zombie. Or that fight with your boyfriend this morning took everything out of you.
Maybe you just needed a little time to unwind - time by yourself.
Wow. I hear you.
If I gave up and walked away, maybe you wouldn't have that extra little incentive to hit the bath before bed for a little Me Time, because your soap isn't pretty so who really cares? You wouldn't have this blog to hit up the next time your annoying-but-well-meaning neighbor, who is also a doTERRA / Young Living / Arbonne distributor, reminded you of that ONE THING that's suddenly TOXIC! and you needed a rational person to give you the straight scoop. (Because, really, you meant to Google it, but were too busy on your lunch hour setting up a mortgage refinance before the rates went up to worry about parabens. What's a paraben, anyway?)
If I threw in the towel and retired to my desert island, you wouldn't have a quick fix for your daughter-in-law's birthday gift - because, really? Who has time to hit the stores? You don't.
The lesson here, I think, is that it's easy to give up. But maybe it isn't the best. In the mighty words of Drew Brees, quarterback extraordinaire for my New Orleans Saints:
“When you wake up, think about winning the day. Don't worry about a week or a month from now -- just think about one day at a time. If you are worried about the mountain in the distance, you might trip over the molehill right in front of you. Win the day!”
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