Hi, all! Sorry for the long delay between my last post and now. I had to take some time to think about all of the emails I got from you girls. You all said pretty much the same thing, and I have to admit I was super bummed. I appreciate all of the "we'll support you no matter what" responses, though. I have one friend that thinks I'm making a smart decision and it's Jeff, but you girls and Karen all think I'm making a big mistake. So, I had to think, and then I felt like I needed to tell my dad what was going on. I talked to him in depth about your emails, and about all of my fears about moving back to Hickory, about being close to the step-family, and about whether or not I'll even be any good at selling his product and after all of the unloading I did I felt much better. In fact, I had a really shitty day on this stupid, crappy horror film I'm on and it's official. I'm moving home and working for my dad. I cannot handle this industry any longer.
So, that being said, I think maybe I didn't do a good job of explaining myself on my first blog. Besides better working conditions and benefits and all of that practical grown up shit that I'm excited about I'm also pretty excited about the responsibility. I WANT to be a business owner. I'll admit that my dad's business isn't what comes to mind first, but let's face it, I'm going to take what I'm given. It could take me another 20 years of my life to start my own business; why not take the head start? He's assured me that if I hate it I have an out. And I believe him. He told me he'd support me no matter what too, even if it means I can't handle his business and I want to do my own thing. It would be lovely to open a little tea cafe or a plant nursery or even a doggie daycare and I can still do those things if I want to. But I want to try his business out. It's a legacy, you know? My grandfather started it, passed it on to my dad and he's going to pass it on to me. I'm proud of that and they think I'll be good at it. It's so encouraging to hear someone say they honestly think I'll be good at something.
And I'm so frickin excited about living near my grandparents I can't even handle it. It's been a little hidden desire of mine that my kids (if I ever have any) grow up knowing their grandparents and great grandparents. I grew up so close to my grandparents and you girls know how important they are to me. I want my child to have the same opportunity -- even if it does involve Mary.
I've come to realize I'm one of those people that thinks they hate change, but when it happens it's devastating for a split second and then it's done. I adapt, and I move on and I make the best of what's left. I'm good at it. I'll make the best of that crappy little town I come from and who knows, maybe I'll be on some council or board and I can make some changes. Or maybe I'll learn to love my stepfamily. (right.) And maybe I'll be damn good at selling hollow metal industrial framing. :)
XoX<3, L.
