If you’ve been a blogging entrepreneur for any length of time, you’ll no doubt relate to some of what I’m about to share, but I really wish you wouldn’t.
I really hope you’re not finding yourself buried under an avalanche of shit-to-do and nightmares of low share counts and empty paypal accounts.
Thankfully, that’s behind me. But I do remember it…like it was someone’s story I read yesterday. I can see myself going through it but I can not believe I let myself.
Living to Work
This is what I did for quite some time.
I was a designer, a podcaster, a SEO Consultant, a webmaster.
I was a marketing consultant and instructor.
I was the CEO and administrative office of both a courier service and a HVAC business.
I was the “WAHM who tweets, pins, blogs + conquers the world while searching for blankies, correcting HW + burning dinner.”
I was also sick from a heart condition and trying to schedule doctor visits around work, around publishing posts… I even refused to go to the emergency room one night because I had to get “one more thing done“.
Then I turned 38 and realized I was 38, with a heart condition.
All I had done in the preceding 20 months was work, often for free.
For what? To survive? To build exposure?
(There are better ways to do both.)
What’s the point of surviving if you’re not living?
To me, LIVING, means creating moments doing the things you enjoy. So “work” should be work I love.
I loved blogging and creating how-tos.
I loved design and analytics.
I loved consulting and training clients.
I loved podcasting and having partners.
I loved having business cards that say CEO.
I loved being all woman-of-the-world-ish.
But I had too much on my plate. The work was killing me.
And at some point I started loving these things less.
When your plate is too full, everything on it spoils.
Write this quote… call that vendor for a part…. get this address from the dispatcher… tweet that post… fix this issue… blogging on a bloody schedule… I was losing my friggin’ mind. Seriously.
I was beginning to resent all of it – all the shit-I-was-da-shit-at – because
it I was hurting my relationships with family and friends.
Change as forceful as a tidal wave.
Many times, the only way to improve our lives is to undergo difficult change.
That might mean leaving a mediocre yet stable job.
Walking away from a loving yet overwhelming relationship.
Letting go of anything that’s holding us back from having the life we want.
Sometimes change has to be forced on us.
On my 38th birthday, I gave up on almost everything at once, and it saved my life.
What I’ve been doing these past 8 months.
I simplified my work .
I helped local entrepreneurs establish themselves with design and content strategy.
I helped some people revamp their businesses.
I coached and consulted those same clients on WordPress, SEO and Pinterest via Google Hangouts.
I designed a handful of blogs and websites.
I limited my involvement with hubby’s HVAC business to minor marketing and quotes and billing.
I stopped working weekends.
I started an editorial blog under a pseudonym and learned the power of FB groups.
I scheduled my work days to end at 4pm so my kids wouldn’t turn 21 while I was “busy”.
I’ve been dating my hubby again.
I invested more time in meditation and learning about chakras and kundalini.
I tried Zumba and decided I was way too f’ckin old to keep up with women half my age.
I’ve continued to burn dinner, but now I do it while I watch Grimm.
I’ve been doing all the stuff I love doing and not a lick of shit that I find stressful.
And now I’m back.
With new experiences and knowledge to share sans the heart condition.
Life is to be lived and enjoyed. Don’t chain yourself to a desk as I once did. There’s no need to jeapordize your health and relationships. My dear sister and writer extraordinaire, Vidya Sury, has a tra-million blogs and still has weekends away and tons of time for her family and herself. She inspired me to change.