Well Reader, I’m beat down.
Someone stole a $1000 kitchen mixer from my building this weekend. This comes after last week’s news that I apparently cannot afford to meet the fresh air code upstairs at the building like I had thought I could. I’ve been working my tail off for so long, playing Kickstarter concerts, rehabbing this building, and growing another baby. I feel thwarted.
In times like these, it’s tempting to give up. I verbally threw in the towel at least a dozen times over the course of the last few weeks. I even called a few real estate companies to see if they’d be interested in selling the place.
Then I remembered: I’ve been here before.
Since I made the choice to be a self-employed musician/restaurateur, these are the kinds of blows I’ve had to weather. If you want to chase your dreams and be your own boss, then you’ve got to be ready to work without a safety net. The only other option is to give up the dream and work for somebody else in a nice, safe environment, getting a paycheck every week.
Which does sound pretty damn nice right now.
But ultimately, I think my soul would be far more broken working for somebody else than it would be dealing with the pitfalls of running after my dreams. And so I keep plodding along. More slowly this week, but still, I plod. I’ll close in on the dream eventually...it's just down the road. And whatever your dreams are Reader, I hope they’re still in your sights…it’s good to have something to go for. -Em