Nothing new here, just a whole lot of snow, a whole lot of cookies, a whole lot of work. But things are starting to bubble ever so slowly. There’s life under all that white, I swear. Second month into the year and the year is already taking shape. Nothing concrete, but a feeling. Sometimes that’s all we have to go on, isn’t it?
We sit at the table lately talking about where we’re going. The answer isn’t an easy one. It’s a bit hard to not to feel like we should be doing more when seemingly everyone around us is going big. We’ve chosen small and I think we’ll keep it that way, at least a little while longer because things, in fact, are working fine so why change anything at all? Why? We ask ourselves. Why settle for fine when we can dream big? Does it even make sense for us to go bigger? I don’t want to give up my freedom, I argue. Is that an acceptable answer? Maybe I hide behind it too often as an excuse, but it’s all I’ve got right now and the one thing I always come back to.
The business certainly roots us here, but there’s a certain amount of flexibility that keeps us from feeling stifled. I’ve come to realize that I try to protect that, above all, and it’s how I want to live my life. Maybe that is dreaming big to me. I didn’t necessarily think that it could last as long as it has and we may never get rich on this lifestyle we’ve crafted, but I’m almost ready to accept that it’s a tradeoff I’m ok with. At least for now. Small risks might net smaller paybacks, but possibly with less stress involved and damn if that isn’t worth something.
Right now, from where I’m standing, that’s huge.