Hard choices, easy life
It’s been a full-on start to 2022 in Traipsingville.
Drama for my business, tenant trouble in a rental property, a couple of minor surgeries for Chelsea, and more.
Curveball after curveball. My dad reassured me that I've always excelled at hitting, but wow.
Along with my “this is why I get paid” mantra, I also returned to this one:
Hard choices, easy life.
You can sit and watch a situation in your life grow increasingly difficult. Or you can choose the harder, better choice, the one your future self will thank you for.
Step up to the plate and smack those damn curveballs.
Pick up the phone and make the tough business calls.
Say goodbye to a bad tenant.
Get the surgery for the belly button hernia you've had since birth that flared up when your pushy husband made you hoist a heavy solar panel up to the roof. (SORRY, CHELSEA.)
Just do it.
None of those actions are easy. They require confrontation, research, stress, and potential conflict.
Ah, but the result? An easier life, back on cruise control until the next fork in the road.
A stronger, more resilient business.
A stable rental property (screw that, we're selling ours...which is even harder).
No more worrying about a physical ailment.
Hard choices, easy life. The way through is action.
Onward.
