Sometimes you have to remember that everything happens for a reason...
Cliche, maybe. True, absolutely.
I posted, several, several, days ago about the possibility of moving into a tiny home. I was excited and sure down to my toes that it was going to be it.
It wasn't.
Not from lacking of trying mind you, but things fell through because of the homes 'uniqueness' and one thing led to another and we ended up not getting it. My little slice of childhood was dashed in an instant and I was angry. Actually, I was pretty livid and disappointed and quite possibly shocked that this would happen to us. So, naturally I was going to force it to work. I called around, pushed and prodded, and found someone who was willing to go the extra mile to make this work. I was going to dump good money after bad to make it happen.
Then reality hit, a serious adult conversation was had, and my incessant need to get what I want no matter what was brought to the forefront. It wasn't meant to be and I needed to realize that before I spent too much for too little. Pun intended. This made me take a breath and regroup, making the very (and I mean very) hard decision to call the whole thing off. If it cannot happen the right way, it's not happening at all, is how I steeled myself.
And despite that original disappointment I am so, so glad I did.
We are now business owners and I am one step closer to becoming a full time writer.
You read that right. My husband is exceptionally skilled in all things that can be made with your hands. He can build the world if given the opportunity. This has always been a toyed around idea, one that we talk about in our dream-like conversations, along with how we'll be in a place where money counts for nothing and I am a famous writer. However, this time, after another disappointed fall through and the sick realization that we cannot afford (at least not to the extent that we want to be sunk into debt to) to buy a home where we've been born and raised, the conversation seemed much more real with the simple understanding that either we start a business or move away.
What do we have to lose?
We are debt-free, own hardly any assets and have an incredible knack for wanting to be entirely independent. We do not want children and alas, we have no mortgage to speak of. We have family that is supportive and complimentary and we have the funds to start a business the correct way- with proper licensing and everything. Basically, the only question left was, why the hell not? We didn't have a good answer.
To be smart about things I took back an old job that pays more, has better, more stable hours and that allows me the freedom to help with all things accounting/web/bookie-stuff. It also allows a lot more freedom to write- but that was just an extra bonus. We've budgeted ourselves out for a little over a year- that means he can make nothing for that amount of time and we don't have to worry, after that we'll need to figure it out. We decided to take a month to get all the proper documents and make sure to dot all our I's and cross all our T's. I've almost finished the website, the phone system, accounting system and CRM system are all in place. We are meeting with free mentor programs offered by our state and have called everyone about everything. It's spectacular how much there is to learn.
We've obtained a truck (beautiful, inexpensive, practically perfect vehicle) and we even have a plan B that involves my husband getting licensed in another field in case this doesn't work. We have resigned to the fact that we're staying in the condo we've been in and have mini remodeled it enough that it's not too shabby. We acquired an eight-person dinning room set so we can have people over and save money on going out. The set is absolutely beautiful and after we purchased it for only $200 we found out it is actually an antique worth much, much more.
Basically, with a little elbow grease, everything is falling into place. It's been so well put together that other people have commented on the rightness of it all. Which only concretes what I've come to learn.
If it's meant to be, it'll happen.
Simple, sleek, overused and still so incredibly uplifting.
