The Evy's Tree Story: What Does It Take To Be An Entrepreneur?
Lessons learned through my heritage
“The most important decision about your goals is not what you’re willing to do to achieve them, but what you are willing to give up.”
-Dave Ramsey
As I sit here preparing to write this newsletter, it’s Thanksgiving week and the last few days I have been pulled between do I sit down and write or do I focus on the fun of the holiday season?
I tried to take some time earlier this week to write what was on my heart- the next installment about Evy’ Tree- but eventually I walked away. I wrote something else.
Short, honest and quick.
And I hit publish on that.
This is the first Thanksgiving in 13 years that I have been present with my children and not focused on Black Friday.
So if you are wondering what it takes to be an entrepreneur….
Well, it’s that.
Giving lots of things up.
I know I did the right thing by walking away this week and focusing on my kids, but even knowing that, I still, in the back of my mind, play stories. I struggle to sleep thinking I’ve let down a paid community of people by not distributing consistent heart felt content on the subjects you want to read.
Yes, entrepreneurs really do struggle to sleep.
No matter how hard I try to push “it”- whatever it is - away, it comes back up at such random times. I can tell “it” that I am putting first things first and go away. My kids are first now. But yet, “it” still haunts me. Somehow things that makes money always come first in my mind.
“First things first, Aim”, my dad would say.
First things first.
That is entrepreneurship.
I was born right outside of southern San Francisco, in the same hospital my dad was born in 41 years before me. My dad was an only child. Not that my Nannie and Gramps didn’t want more children. I once asked my Nannie - her name was Lavina- why she only had my dad. “The good Lord didn’t see fit to give me anymore”, she said. Come to find out later that she had several miscarriages and before my dad she gave birth to a stillborn - a girl, whom they called Diane.
As a proper German, my Nannie never talked much about her pregnancy problems. Later, when I was pregnant, I found out I was RH negative, which can cause all sorts of problems like miscarriages and still births. “It’s inherited”, the doctor told me.
Ah. My sweet Nannie. We have always been so much alike.
