June, for me, was a month of things broken:
Broken Teeth: It began when I cracked a tooth and learned that the tooth next to it was also broken at the root. Oral surgery. Massive dental bills. I’ll find solutions.
Broken records: Record breaking high temperatures. Heat exacerbates my medical issues. Though I am not an indoor, climate control kind of girl, I decided to take advantage of this time stuck indoors, in front of my computer and write some new courses.
Broken Office: Record rainfall flooded my temporary home/office space.
Broken Computer: My post-warrantee Mac Book spent a week at the Apple Store and must now be sent away for a total overhaul. It’s my only “device”.
Broken Trust: (and a bit of a broken heart) when someone I considered a good friend betrayed me. This hurt the worst, but it didn’t destroy my belief that most people are basically good and kind.
I don’t believe in bad luck. I think it’s a self-perpetuating concept. I didn’t ask, “Now what? What’s going to happen next? (though I did hold my breath when I took my vehicle in for a 105,000 service. )
I headed into July knowing that good things are coming because I can make good things happen.
Then, on July 4th, my phone rang and I had a feeling it was good news but when I flipped it open to answer, it broke in half. Honestly. Two pieces. Dead. Wires severed.
When I told a friend, she said, “maybe this is God’s way of telling you it’s time to get a job so you won’t have to replace all that stuff yourself”
and I had to laugh
because I can’t imagine taking this small stuff as a “sign” from above
when you’ve had a gravely ill child, lived with a serious medical condition yourself, watched someone’s home that they built with their own hands burn in a wildfire or lives float away in a tsunami, when you’ve witnessed nations destroying themselves and killing their own over political or economic differences, you realize that
these are small things, really small things.
Broken teeth and some broken “stuff” may for a short time feel like it will break the bank
but I won’t let it break my entrepreneurial spirit
or my faith in my ability to make things better.
I see these extra financial stresses as a motivation to act on some previously neglected ideas and expand my business, not give up.
My friend Barbara Winter tells the story of receiving some disappointing news just prior to leaving on a trip to Denver. When her friend, comedian Karyn Ruth, met her at the airport, Barbara told her that she’d been feeling terrible earlier but was over it. Karyn said, “Deep mourning lasts about 48 hours for an entrepreneur.”
I believe she’s right.Lets Connect