I thought about HOW I wanted to write this one, I actually typed a few sentences, deleted them, started over three or four times. I was thinking way toooo much about it, so I decided, I’m not going to try to sound philosophical, I’m just going to tell it like it is!! LOL I tend to loose my train of thought so forgive me if this is “all over the place”. I want to start a series of blog posts that I’m going to try to do once a week/maybe once every few weeks about Pivotal Moments. Those moments where you can remember so vividly because in some strange way they would forever change how you lived your life.
I think often times when people read this blog, they see the fun carefree side of me- trust me it’s really what I’m about…but it’s not what I’m ALLL about. As hard as it is to imagine me not joking around or laughing at my own jokes, I do have my serious moments. I’ve been doing some real soul searching lately-both business and personal. I’m not sure many of you know my journey of HOW I got to where I am in my business nor the experiences that have made me ME. I will never forget where I came from but I also will never forget how hard I worked to get to where I am now. I’m told we all have pivotal moments in our lives that stick with us and shape/mold us into who we are. I have SO many. Both good and bad. I guess lately I’ve been thinking more about them after looking through some old photographs…imagine that…ME looking through PHOTOGRAPHS!! It’s not always easy to put yourself out there, but I do if often. I mean if it wasn’t for me “putting myself out there” I probably wouldn’t be where I am today with my business nor would I have grown into the person I am.
On my way to work almost every morning I pass a trailer that sits fairly close to the new highway. I can’t help but think back to my childhood every time I pass it. Why? I lived there all those years ago, it was just one of the several places I would live over the course of my life (we moved a lot). I must have been maybe 2 or 3 when we lived there, hell maybe even younger than that, but I can remember so vividly the layout of the trailer. I remember where my bedroom was located and how my furniture was jammed into such a small room, how the pool table sat where the dining room table should have been, I remember sitting on the counter near the kitchen sink where my mom would bath me after playing outside. I remember my dog was killed on the road behind the trailer. I remember riding my bicycle down the sidewalk. I’m not sure how I can remember these or why, but I do know I think about them every day. My mom, almost 16 years old, my dad maybe 18 trying to make ends meet after I was born. I remember my parents tearing apart carburetors on the kitchen table just to get the little bit of scrap so they could turn it in for extra cash. I remember the grease under my dad’s fingernails and the smell of the soap they used to wash it off–or used to TRY to wash it off.
This is a photo taken with my cell phone. THIS is the trailer that makes me think so often about where I came from. Someone still lives there, the flags were actually waving in the wind when I pulled over to take the photo, I teared up and wondered what “their” story was……It looks pretty much exactly how I remember it.
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, I don’t come from a line of “business men”, I didn’t take over my Grandfathers/Mothers/Fathers business, I certainly was never given a handout. I come from hard-working people, the kind of people who are often overlooked because they didn’t quite fit into the middle class. I always dreamed of breaking the cycle….and here I am, small town business owner who took a few REALLY SCARY leaps of faith, all in the hopes to break that cycle. I learned all my lessons the hard way-trial and error. I never let my circumstances affect my future and I never felt sorry for myself. I could either take my circumstances and feel bad for myself and cynical of those who “had it better” or I could funnel all of my efforts and keep my eye on where I wanted to be. I visualized what I wanted my life to be like, and although I still have a ways more to go-I like to dream big……the moment I pulled over to take a photo of a place I came from, it made me so very thankful to everyone who ever believed that I would do great things. I hope I’ve made you proud 🙂
I will never forget where I come from…..I am a small town girl, who comes from hard-working, struggling, blue-collar people, who was afraid to go after a dream -but did anyway. I wouldn’t change it for the world. <3
The above photo was just one of the many places we lived while I grew up. It wasn’t until I was about 5 or 6 that we moved into the trailer I would call home from elementary school up through high school. (pictured below) This photo was taken right before demolition.
I can’t remember ever going “without” although today as I look back at my childhood (especially the younger years) I realize just how hard my parents struggled. I know this is hard to explain, but even then being so small, I remember thinking, I don’t want to struggle when I grow up. I thank my lucky stars every day I look at my daughter that my mom and dad stepped up to the plate and kept me through so many other opportunities were presented to them. There was adoption, abortion …but my mom said she never thought twice about it. Now being a Mom myself, I have soo much respect for both of my parents and thus I give you pivotal moment #1.