Monday came and went and I didn’t send out a newsletter.
Now it’s Tuesday.
We do our best in life though, don’t we? Sometimes more important things get in the way of the routines we set for ourselves. That’s what happened to me yesterday. But now here I am. Writing to you anyway. Because I said I would.
The sun is starting to shine here in Oregon. Spring might be my favorite season. Although my allergies disagree.
One week from today we hit the road back East. Adventure!
Which reminds me, I need to buy some audiobooks to listen to in the car. I never listen to audiobooks so I don’t even know what to buy. I’m more of a paperback reader. Can’t read paperbacks in the car unless I want to feel queasy all day.
So if you have any audiobook suggestions, send them along. Fiction, non-fiction – as long as they don’t involve murder. I can’t handle anything that involves murder.
Don’t you think it’s rather strange that humans are so obsessed with television shows and podcasts about murder? Like, people don’t want murder present in their real lives, but they’re absolutely fascinated with it if it’s part of other people’s lives.
Well I don’t like hearing or seeing about anything murdery. Gives me a right panic attack.
Anyway, this is so tangential. My fiancé says I remind him of the Seinfeld show. How I just go off talking about everyday nuances and get all riled up about them. If only there were a laugh track in the background of my mind I’d be all set.
What I really wanted to share with you today is the other half of the story of what happened after I sold my company, Dollop Gourmet. Or at least the first half of the other half.
So there I was; I had just signed the paperwork turning over the ownership of my company, which I had spent ten long hard years building, to a Canadian company. Whew! Was I feeling grand! I felt on top of the world. I did it! I sold It! Isn’t that the goal of so many entrepreneurs? To create a company that someone else wants to buy? To get acquired? I was standing on top of the mountain.
And then… I started to roll down it.
Not so quickly though. It was more like I started to slowly hike down rather than snowball roll.
But as day turned into night turned into day turned into… ad nauseum… I began to wonder what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I was simply too young to retire. And quite frankly I didn’t make nearly enough money on the sale to retire. So what was next for me? Was it going to be difficult to find? Was I going to become that lost 24 year old again, uncertain of my future?
Half of me was excited and enveloping the moment of relaxation, relishing in the surprise on people’s faces when I told them I was retired (temporarily in my mind).
While the other half of me was scared, uncertain, seeking.
It’s a peculiar position to be in in your 30’s. When everyone else your age is climbing towards the height of their careers. And you’ve already reached the height and now have to… what? Start over?
Anyway, I’ll leave you with that for now as I head back to my packing and planning for the road (trip) ahead.
Till next time!
Heather
P.S. Don’t forget to send me your audiobook recommendations