To no one in particular, since this blog is read by no one in particular.
Last year was hard. I was pulling myself out of this long-standing funk I was in, and taking action to buy a business, which I did not feel ready to do and I guess you won’t be ready to do until sometime after you’ve done it.
I was getting ready to buy one, when my father in law died. I had the offer mostly worked out with them, and just needed to nail down the details.
And so I put things on pause.
And then my job had layoffs. And I was caught in them.
I hadn’t secured my financing while I still had that income to report.
So everything stopped.
And I stopped.
I half-heartedly looked for employment, but it was the holiday season, so everything was kind of slow.
I was slow.
I didn’t really want to go down that path.
I started looking at franchises.
And that seemed wrong too.
But I kept every path open. I didn’t commit. I also didn’t close them down.
Everything seemed absolutely pointless. Why do anything at all? Why exist? Why live? It all leads to the same place.
A lot of that, I realize now, is just grief. And I think I should be familiar with that, because when my life starts going in a direction I don’t like, that’s my response. To stop and glare at God with resentment. To tell him he’s the one who stuck me here, in this impossible situation.
But I did it.
I made all the decisions. I had all the agency the whole time, but I was shying away from using it.
I can see that I had the agency, because now I am using it. I am starting a business again. I am just going to go down a path, and see if I can make a living without leaning on a job. I am going to have some contracts, and design some products, and try to build a new kind of life for my family.
I want to be more present, to have time and space to be more present, by building the systems that we need to make an income without my day to day involvement in the work. To be able to step back, and to be able to lean in, and to be able to make those decisions based on something beyond survival, but rather, based on interest, and motivation, and a vision for the future.
I want my kids to know something of the struggle of life. To not be afraid to confront it.
And I used to think they would need to have no place to fall back to. But now I realize, they need a certain safety. But not too much. They need a ground they can land on when they fall, that will keep it from destroying them. They need a stable home where everything they need is there.
Sometimes we all need to step back from the hardness of life, and take a moment in a safe comforting place to heal. To admit that we are not just tough. We are not just persevering. We are also frail, weak, delicate, hurting, and in need of reassurance.
And when we need that, we need it. It may not always come when we do. But it doesn’t much help you when you pretend you don’t need it. When you become cynical and rigid in response.
I want a new kind of life. I want to stop looking to paychecks for security.