I recently decided to leave my job in Georgia and take a leap of faith were I movedband my youngest two children to Columbia, SC and work with my family in starting our own businesses. Yes businesses plural. Those who know me know that for the last 7 years I have worked with my family in a business were we host youth basketball tournaments primarily in the Southeast. We do it to help young ladies and young men to get exposure in a safe, fun and family oriented atmosphere to high level basketball with the possibility of being recruited to play college level ball with scholarships. Each of us has worked in various industries and we have all given 200% to others dreams while not really reaching the levels we wanted. We decided that our ideas and our talents should be used to benefit ourselves and our families not someone else's dreams hence the starting of our companies: Bridgeway Medical Solutions and Krazy Kards.
Moving to SC meant some changes personally. I left my oldest son and my fiance behind in Atlanta. The original idea was to come over get things started and in about 60 days my man would follow. Well we are on day number 106 and he is still in the A. Starting a business is so much harder than I ever dreamed. I have moved in with my brother and his family (my business partners) and we are all co-parenting (maybe it is tri-parenting?) our four children, sharing in the day to day issues of regular life while working diligently to make our businesses successful. I love being able to collaborate at anytime, we are quick to rally around an idea and we share the leadership. I truly love our working together. However I miss the rest of my family. I miss my son. Someday's I think I fu$%ed up, that trying to build my own legacy is just have too hard; that bringing home that bi-weekly paycheck should be enough. I continuously have second thoughts about separating my family. It hurts me to hear my oldest to say he is out of money and has little food and I can't help. It hurts to not be able to cuddle next to my SO (significant other) and share my day, but then I remind myself this is only temporary. This leap of faith I have taken is for my legacy. We will all be stronger and happier.
I am still finding my way in this world and I believe I am moving down the right path. I truly believe that even at my age (47) that it is never to late to find your way.
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