Blog #5 - Made for More

Two weeks. Actually 17 days.

It's been 17 days since I've had a chance to breathe.

To stop. To turn off my brain. To feel the weight lift off my shoulders, ounce by ounce, worry by worry. To slowly feel all my emotions catch up to me. 

A lot happened these last two weeks as I took a break from social media. 

Let me take you through a slow crawl of a catch up:

12/20 – My last day in my full-time job.

12/29 - My dad moved out of our house.

1/6 - I got my real estate license. More on this later.

If you've been following us for some time, you will already know that I left my full-time job of six years two weeks ago. It's old news, not because it happened so long ago, but because I've been talking about it for months, and thinking about it for years. I was planning for a grand announcement accompanied by a thoughtful caption about chasing dreams and taking chances but when the day came, I woke up to a quiet and calm sense of happiness and purpose. I was exactly where I needed to be, and the only celebration I needed to do was to stay in bed a few minutes longer and just smile up at the ceiling.

If I'm being honest with myself though, my excitement was trumped by the sadness and anxiety that was building up in my heart. I knew the last day of work marked a week from when my brother would come to take my dad.

I don't talk much about my dad on FGV, but he is my home. He's far from a perfect parent. He's made a lot of mistakes, he's egotistical, he's stubborn, a complex man with a hard past. He's also kind, generous, witty, incredibly smart, sharp, and observant. I became his full-time caregiver after a stroke left him permanently disabled in 2010. A decade of caring for him, keeping track of his meds and doctor visits, cooking for him, cleaning him, and managing his whirlwind of emotions is tough but caring for a proud POW veteran stuck in a body that no longer served him with a mind and soul that still longed for adventures and growth is even tougher.

As the years went on, it became harder and harder to maintain the level of care he needed as my responsibilities grew. At the beginning of the decade, I was a young, single, college student with nothing to care for except for him. As the years went on, I became a wife, a mom, an entrepreneur, and my plate that was previously cleared just for him became filled with more and more responsibilities.

I needed help, and the only person that could help me was my big brother. Long story short, it took months of emotional and actual preparation but last Sunday, my dad moved out of our house and in with my brother. Physically, he is only a nine-hour drive or two-hour flight away, but because I can no longer cook for him, drive him places, say hi to him in the morning - it feels like he is across the world.

No matter how hard this change is, it needed to happen, and in time, I will accept this as being a pivotal moment of growth and change for me.

Now that I've word vomited all my thoughts and emotions out to the internet (because that's cheaper than actual therapy), time to get to the real point of this blog.

Yesterday, I passed my real estate exam. I know what you're thinking. She quit her full-time job to focus on FGV, only to take on yet ANOTHER job? Yes, and no.

I quit my full-time job to free myself from the burden of doing someone else's job and building someone else's dream. And the guilt of no longer wanting to chase those things.

I quit my full-time job to grow FGV, to give it the time and focus it so deserved. To be more intentional with our strategy instead of pulling things together at the 11th hour in the middle of the night after a long day of work. To have the bandwidth to come up with new products and to grow this brand for as long as you guys are in it with us.

I quit my full-time job to join Wilson in his real estate business. Before he was Mr. FGV, he was and still is a full-time realtor. I got my license so I can stand by his side and help him grow that business.

If I wake up tomorrow and no one on Planet Earth wanted to buy another letter board or real estate property, I would still stand by my decision to quit my job because truthfully, I quit my job because I was made for more.

I was made to bring my hopes and dreams from the back burner to the front. Made to stop downplaying my side hustle and be proud of it as the main hustle. Made to face challenges. Made to fail, made to fail, made to fail again, and eventually, made to succeed.

I was made for this one life, and I'm going to make the most of it.

This is where I insert a few sentences on how you are made for more too. But you already know this. You've been knowing this, and now, it's time for action.

We're in it together, let's go.

[Photo by the incredibly inspiring Mel of @APeaceOfCreativity]

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Kate January 07, 2020

Now this is a good read! Congratulations on getting your license!! 2020 watch out cause here come Jenny and the Ho gang!!

Lindy January 07, 2020

That’s so much change at once … but thoughtful and purposeful change is good… still something one must give oneself time to get use to …. what a wonderful daughter you are …. your dad is indeed a blessed man to have you and your brother …. having taken care of my parents for many years I related to many things you said … it’s a sacred thing to do and hard all at once … knowing your role in it can get blurred and I so respect you figuring out what was best for this season …. what an exciting thing to step out into following your dreams in a fuller way …. congratulations on living the life you want to live …. life is short no matter how long and it matters so much we live our life all out!

Erin January 07, 2020

This is so beautifully written, and so encouraging too! I’m so proud of you! You’re crushing the “hard things” game right now. So much change. Thanks for sharing it with all of us.

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