8am conference call, then 3 hours of sales, 2 hours of administration and 3 more hours of sales. Repeat.
These have been my days and weeks.
I remember telling Jenn, shortly after we were married, that I refused to become a man who came home from work lifeless and went through the motions with his family like a robot. I refused to give work the best of me – the good stuff that belongs to my family. I saw it over and over again, men who took jobs they hated to provide for their family. And while providing for their family, they lost themselves, and ultimately – their families lost them. The men who lost their soul in the pursuit.
Six years later, my determination hasn’t wained, but the fight has left me black and blue. I now respect the men I used to pity. Putting your own dreams and ambitions on the back burner to serve your family is admirable. Doing what is necessary is respectable, not cowardly. Jenn deals with the same thing as a mother. Mothers lose so much in the transaction. Every time I want to complain, I remember what she sacrifices daily. Then I sing “Eye of the Tiger” and tell myself to stop being a sissy. Although I struggle, I realize that this is life. It’s much harder and much more complicated than I ever thought it would be. But the tougher life gets, the harder I fight. I fight for my boy and my wife. I fight for what I feel defines me. My friend Cameron posted this on his Facebook. “The busy life murders our hearts.” That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I’m fighting to retain my heart.
I fully believe that while we provide and sacrifice for the ones we love, we still need to pursue what we love. That’s what this blog is for me. What is it for you?