The boss in this home
It’s 9:58AM. I’ve just finished taking a shower and my daily morning inspiration time. It’s by far my favorite three hours of the day. All “the cares of this world” and the “deceitfulness of riches” can wait until hell freezes over. This is my time and I’ll let neither of those temptations intrude on it.
The first six months of my ebay adventure have been nothing short of “glorious”. I finally did it. I took the leap into “I know not what” and am proud as a peacock of where I’ve positioned myself.
But what fills my soul to overflowing and causes me to preen my feathers for showing off, is I’ve lived each day not for my business first but for my wife, then me. To hell with the business! It’ll always be there waiting for my attention. It beckons like a baby’s cry 24 hours a day. Let it cry, it’s good for it’s health and future maturity. The first order of business is not the business but the boss, and that boss is my wife.
I’ve been careful not to express most of what’s been going on in the depths of who I am over these last six months as “interpretation” is a funny thing. We can barely communicate what’s on the surface let alone what’s hidden beneath the waves of our life.
I live each day with a big helping of “But I might die tonight” on my plate. I’m not so full of myself that I believe I have control over the length of my physical life on this earth. Nor do I want that control. My God and my fellow man deserve my utmost today, not after my business is raking in seven figures.
Over the past six months I’ve worked about 45 - 50 hours per week. I spend the weekends not making sure everything is fine and dandy with my business but instead “give my full attention” to the maintenance of our home both inside and out. Thursday nights are spent working in the Media Duplication Department of our church and I also write Discussion Guides for our church as well. My life is already full in a meaningful way.
What’s been most important to me these last six months is not whether others think I’m a “Supa-Star” in business, everything and I mean everything, revolves around making sure the ocean, that is my marriage to my wife, stays as calm as a sheet of glass.
The wife and I have lived “poor” before. Poor doesn’t frighten me, but a chronic frown on my wife’s face scares the “living hell” out of me. A frown on her face breaks me like a twig. Her frown is the compass governing my life. When I see that frown I take immediate corrective action. Anything needing to be thrown overboard is gone…kaput…see ya later. God help whoever stands in my way when I’m heaving something over the side of my ship of discovery in order to put a smile back on my wife’s face. Nothing short of God Himself takes authority over Janet’s frown.
This poor blog has felt the effects of “prioritizing” these last six months. I don’t sweat this blog one bit anymore. It is what it is. The first fruits of who I am and what I produce are given to my God, my family and our business. Little creative effort is pumped into this blog. It doesn’t make me a dime and I like it that way.
All I’m trying to do with the blog at this point in my eBay adventure is use it as a teaching device to help me learn how to “shine” in front of others, how to let my inside live on the outside, How to live differently.
I worked until about 11:30 last night packaging and catching up with details accumulated over my 5-day vacation at “Grandma’s House” and I’ve got a long day ahead of me.
The business has been beckoning since 7:00AM, but its wail gets softer and softer.
Like I did with our kids when they cried in the middle of the night in their cribs, I’m training my business to know who’s the boss in this home, my wife.
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