Responsibility

As I become more and more comfortable with my original position here at Budget, I found myself getting bored. Almost as if he knew, my father cued in and told me I need to broaden my scope and start looking at the business from more of an owner's perspective rather than just a manager. I must say I've been re-challenged, re-motivated, and happy to start working on a new aspect of myself.

Getting older has taught me something. Motivations change. Dramatically. What used to get me going ten years ago seems...trivial. I know it sounds stupid. Like, "well duh you blogging moron", but when it hasn't happened to you yet, it's really a shocking moment. Talk about an epiphany.

Not too long ago, I shuddered to think of owning my own business. All the responsibility, problems, bills, taxes, forms, and a whole crappy cornucopia of other terrible things. But after being in the working world for awhile and seen what a good boss and a bad boss is, I can't picture myself working any other way.

I am going to take this business to place it's never been. Here's hopin' that it's a good one.

So Tired and Tried

Things are rough in this area. Sandy destroyed lives. And what she didn't destroy, she altered uncontrollably. Time are dire right now. At least from where I'm standing, but does that really matter? I can't tell anymore. I'm not entirely sure if I can keep motivation solely through positive thinking and optimism. I think in times of great struggle, we must dig even deeper within ourselves and hold on to something that we don't know is there.

Give it whatever name you want. Soul, religion, willpower, grit, determination, guts, et cetera. Whatever that little extra is, many people, inside and outside of Sandy's reach, must dig deep and trudge on in a world that can be cruel and merciless. Truth is, I'm tired this week. Between Sandy and a whole host of other garbage, I'm starting to reach the end of my rope. But that's okay. Cuz there's a big knot at the end of it, and that's where I'm going to hold on to. What I am going to hold on to.

What's your metaphorical knot? Hope? Love? Anger? Stubbornness?