We are the people our parents warned us about

we are the people our parents warned us about

 

I was supposed to have been a jesuit priest or a naval academy grad

That was the way that my parents perceived me

Those were the plans that they had

But I couldn’t fit the part too dumb or too smart

Aint it funny how we all turned out

I guess we are the people our parents warned us about

We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About – Jimmy Buffett

I can’t get this song out of my head. I’ve been reading (or really re-reading) the book called A Pirate Looks at Fifty by Jimmy Buffett.  “Oh like that’s a surprise,” says my regular readers who’ve clicked into my Buffett and The Parrothead section of this blog.

I was reading the part in the book where Buffett talks about his parents and the expectations they had for him when he became an adult. I started thinking about my parents and what they think about where I am in my life. I can honestly say that neither one of my parents really understand the social media work I do but they get the concept of marketing, so I guess we’re halfway there.

In my former life, I was on the track up the corporate ladder. My parents were so proud of me. Those were the plans they had and they couldn’t have been happier. I had finally made it. I had an office, a health care plan and a 401k. My folks bragged about me to all their friends.

But I couldn’t fit the part – too dumb or too smart – because I HATED it. I’m not a big fan of the word HATE and I’m constantly on my son Jake to not use it in his conversations. It’s such a strong word of ugly emotion but there comes a time when a certain word is necessary to get your point across.

I worked so hard at that job. I worked 12 hour days and never complained when my paycheck paid me for a 40-hour work week. It was a high-paced competitive environment where everyone tried to outdo each other by staying later, coming in earlier or working more weekends. I tried, I really did. I stuck it out in that place for over 2 years but eventually my truth came out.

I’m not like the others. I’m weird. I’m different. I dance like Seinfeld’s Elaine to my own beat. There were times during the meetings I would crack a joke and say, “I’m just kidding you know. You guys get that right?” (enter the sound of crickets)

Deep in my soul, I knew this wasn’t the right place for me. It took me a couple of weeks to tell my parents that I had quit and decided to start my own business. My dad was excited but concerned for my financial situation and my mom, I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

This year in May I’ll be celebrating my 15th year in business. I’m not going to say that it’s been easy. Some days the emotional roller coaster of owning my own business was too much but I never gave up. I’m still here. I feel like all these years have led to this place where I’ve finally figured out my purpose for being in this business.

And you know what folks? That division of the corporation is no longer in operation. Everyone was fired and a very few of them were spared and moved to another department.

Ain’t it funy how we all turned out …
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8 thoughts on “We are the people our parents warned us about

  1. How silly we are to believe the plan was our idea and executed by us. The plan is God’s. You’re where you’re supposed to be, doing what you’re supposed to do, and you’re damn good at it!

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  2. Cool post. I always like the backstory.
    I am sure your parents must be proud of you and how you have been running a successfuly business for so long. Good for you for doing what you wanted to do.

    • I’ve got tons of backstory and its all going to start coming out 🙂
      My folks are proud of me NOW but at the time I start the business, well not so much. They were more worried then proud. But now, I guess 15 years means I must be doing something right.

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