Deciding to follow through with his business or my passion.
Barry encouraged me to start my own business, six months after he was diagnosed with an incurable cancer. It was a means to get me out of the house, instead of waiting and wondering when he was going to die. With his persistence, I started selling purses. Since he was a natural salesman, I knew with his help, we would do well.
But he didn’t help me. He started another business; one he said would provide residual income for years to come, long after he was gone. I because jealous of it, because I desired to spend as much time as possible with him before he died; and now he was spending it with this company.
As the months went on, I finally offered to go with him to the meetings, but he turned me away. I believe it was because he wanted to do this himself – sort of as a last ditch effort.
And so I never went to a presentation, until after he died. It was then that I understood what he saw in it, and how it would provide for us. So I acquired the home-business via his will.
I slowly learned the system while attending meetings, training and talking to other consultants. But I still lacked the ability to lead a team – to help others recruit and grow. Barry was the natural salesman; the social, outgoing man who could talk your ears off. My gifts were with words. I would write messages to friends to introduce them to this company, but only had a few positive responses.
I struggled for almost three years, wondering if I should continue or just throw in the towel. I was afraid of disappointing him (and others), even though he wasn’t here anymore.
With the help of a friend, I realized what was missing! Working this business wasn’t my passion, nor my gift. Sure, helping people save money on a bill they have to have and can’t live without is a great idea. But it wasn’t something I wanted to do for the rest of my life, or actually, do at all.
I had to let it go. I had to release myself from the responsibility of working the business. Yes, he started it for me; and I tried to do it for him, but it wasn’t something I wanted. Once I let it go, I was at peace with the decision.
My passion, my gift is with words. I am currently working on a dream I’ve had for over thirty years. That is, to write a book filled with experiences from my childhood. It is my hope that others will begin to reminisce, and be willing to share their stories with others.
I sometimes wonder if I wasted those three years working a business that I didn’t love; but I remember the friends I have met along the way, the training which could be applied to any part of life, and the stories I now have to share with others.
We don’t know what tomorrow brings, all we have is today. Make it count. Follow your passion, your gift. Do what you love.