It’s days like today, the third day of migraine, when I remember why I created a portable business. Why I’m passionate, driven and probably crazy to keep pushing forward and working insane hours most other days.
I remember, in the wee hours of my pain-filled, rest-less nights that I’m not always able to be there for people I love to help.
I remember, as I’m writing, “I’m so sorry. I can’t help much today because my brain is riddled with pain.” Yes, I really did say that to someone yesterday – odd message to receive in her inbox, I’m sure.
I remember, as I’m crying in the shower, because I really wanted to finish the blog post / be able to attend that interview this morning / go to that live networking event.
I remember that it’s not always in my own control. That I’ve chosen to create a body of work that can support me, even when my body needs a break. Not just during a 2 week holiday, but the breaks it chooses to take at completely random & inappropriate times.
And I remember, the gifts. The reams of paper, strewn across my bed in my darkened room. Love notes, poorly written blog posts, product ideas, solutions to problems that make me want to rip my hair out, answers to questions I asked myself months ago, that need to get out of my head – NOW
Written in the dark during the past 72 hours.
In case I haven’t shared it with you before. My portable business wasn’t created for the popular, uber sexy “location independence” reasons so many of my friends have. Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel & have. A lot.
It’s a bit more selfish, really. (selfish in a good way?)
Instead, my portable business is here so I really could “work from anywhere”, or better yet, not need to work at all, while my business still brings in income. Something that wasn’t possible in the days where I was trading dollars for hours.
Sometimes I forget. I get caught up in the busy-ness of life, of programs I’m in, of programs I’m offering. And I forget that what’s really important, for me, is to create a business that sustains me. A model that works for me, and my unique situation. No cookie cutter solutions for this girl!