Sent the ol' Red Wings out to be refurbished the other day. There was a lot of miles on those soles...they were around to see some blood, plenty of sweat, and a few tears. Long overdue for an overhaul. But, then again, that's what I do.
I avoid the overhaul, that is. I have a 'sacrifice' mentality when it comes to taking care of my needs. I always put my family first. I feel guilty for buying something for myself if I think there is something they need. I give them my gift cards from Christmas. Cash from my birthday? Here ya go. They used to protest, but they've given up.
It seems kinda heroic. It ain't. It's a bad habit and it's unhealthy. Just like the tags on these laces, there's supposed to be two sides to the story. I've got the grit part down...get up early, grind out the day, work hard, come home, pound out some leather for the business. Next day, start the record over.
Where's the glory in that? What's the message to my family? Work hard and sacrifice (grit) for your dreams and you get rewarded with...more hard work and exhaustion (glory)? It's been a long road, but I'm learning. There have been some opportunities the last few months I have taken that normally I would turn down for 'honorable reasons'. The funny thing is, I can sense the relief and excitement from the fam...especially the kids. I can almost see their little brains churning, 'You mean there's actually good stuff that comes out of this for you, too?!'. It gives them hope that when they become full fledged adults life doesn't have to shift into 'work and misery' mode...there's glory, as well as, grit.
So, what do I want you to get out of this? If you suffer from 'sacrifice syndrome', do something for yourself! (I'm talking to all you moms out there, too) It doesn't have to be extravagant, you don't have to take out a loan to 'refurbish'. In some cases it may stretch the coin purse, though. Either way, just invest in yourself. You're worth it. Your family and/or friends will be better off for it because they'll be around a healthier, better you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get my bonbons, Dr. Phil is about to come on.