I know the title “Damn, I Almost Got Quarantine Comfortable!” might sound ridiculous and even insensitive to some of you, but for me I have to say it the way I’m living it. I have been in the house for what seems like a year, but in reality, it’s been just shy of 8 weeks. 8 weeks of being home with my family (Dominique wish you were here) and I have to say I’m not hating it.
I woke up this morning and immediately got frustrated. A call with my bank had my head aching before 8 am, then my ongoing battle with the leasing office in Addison, TX where my corporate housing has been for the past year didn’t go well, (Bastards won’t let me out of my lease 2 months early even though flying is like asking for the virus to take refuge in my nose, mouth and eyes until it settles in my lungs and takes over my body; I think not) and then of course my follow-up call regarding the SBA Gov Disaster Loan Application (that seems to be making it’s way to the Fortune 500 companies, but non-existent at this point for me and many other small business owners and entrepreneurs who are counting on that assistance to stay afloat).
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn!
The hustle and grind of trying to keep things going in this time of Rona is a struggle. I mean the option of staying in bed and watching tv -of course while I’m eating something delicious- or getting up and starting the grind of being Girl in Charge which includes finding business when there is no business, creating opportunities while Rona seems to have knocked down everything that was on deck for the first quarter, sending emails that don’t seem to be getting answered, and of course making phone call after phone call. Damn! Many days I want to take option 1, relax with my husband and spend the day Netflexing and Chilling, or sitting out by the pool with a cocktail.
Reality Check time!
It’s easy to fall into a routine of complacence. Food is in the fridge; the cabinets are full and the bar is stocked. I’m waving at neighbors as they walk or drive by while I’m in the front yard discussing what we want to eat and watch that evening. Man, is it an easy life. But really could I live like this forever? Hell No! I want more out of life than just living. God has a purpose and a plan for me that I have yet to fulfill. Yes, its comfortable to sit on the front porch and wave, but it’s not like taking a client down a red carpet, or building a campaign that takes my clients projects to the top of the Billboard Charts or working to effect change with cause driven campaigns that make life better for people of color, women, and other marginalized groups.
I have a purpose!!!
So, even though “Quarantine Comfortable” has given me a new appreciation of being home and loving on my Honey Bunny, I can’t lose sight of my purpose. I’m bigger than comfort. I admit sometimes I look on social media or receive an email that shows my peers being innovative and what seems to me like kicking their business into high gear, I find myself frustrated for not doing enough. That only last a moment because I can’t stand pitty parties. I love to see women kicking ass and taking names. Their drive motivates me to want more. So, I put on my many hats, make my million phone calls, and continue to send out emails to everybody I can think of, because “Quarantine Comfortable” is cool, but “Boss B**** Amy” is better.
My time for comfort living is coming and I can’t wait, but not today!
Be Beautifully Blessed,
Amy
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