The shocking look on my loving family’s face killed me on the inside…
It was 8:21pm on a freezing cold winter night in Melbourne.
I just got home from a pretty standard day at work. As per usual. I was tired and grumpy from pushing, grinding and trying everything I could to drum up new business all day with zero success.
I walked into the living room. Ready to collapse. You know, just trying to get a little bit of rest in before I have to get up and do it all again the next day.
But to my surprise. My entire family was sitting there. In the living room…
Just staring at me.
Immediately an electric rush of tension shot through my body like a hair-raising lightning bolt of unavoidable awkwardness.
I wondered why they were all staring at me with such a strong look of disappointment. Then it hit me over the head like a brick…
It was my father’s 67th birthday.
And not only had I been working so late (for the millionth time) I had basically missed the entire celebration with my family.
I was the only one who did not have enough money to buy him a birthday present… again. Everyone felt let down and disappointed in me.
My stomach turned. My gut sunk. And I proceeded to apologize like a mad man for working late, missing special events and not being able to afford to treat him (or any of them really) as well as I wish I could.
I promised that “next time” it was going to be different.
But deep down inside… I knew it wasn’t. I had no idea how to generate more business at work, and I certainly couldn’t see any light at the end of the tunnel.
I felt like a failure because I couldn’t provide for my family or spend quality time with them that I wish I could because I was so busy “pushing, grinding and trying” to make more sales doing the same old thing.
All I can remember from that night is this. I knew I would do absolutely anything necessary to NEVER experience that feeling again…