Today a frequent shopper/shipper asked me if I felt that I spent my life at the shop.
Yes, I spend six days each week working at the little gift shop and post office that we’re growing. While that might sound overwhelming to some, I have always enjoyed my work and now that I’m nurturing this growing retail infant, I rarely see it as work. I see it as coaching, championing, feeding, housekeeping and assessing. Sometimes I see it as frustrating or trying but that happens when you nurture something.
However, I am not without some sense of the trendy concept of work-life balance. The members of my family living in Arizona reside in the same house that I do; I look forward to seeing them every night and every morning and if possible anytime throughout the day.
In terms of family representing the concept of home, my mom helped me get this gift shop post office started and I often look at the post office space and see her, talk to her and spend a few moments being grateful that I was her daughter and that even though I was reluctant to start a gift shop she prodded me along the way.
My husband drives many miles each day to go to a job where he then drives throughout the state. One of the primary reasons he does this is so that we have health insurance. He works with me every Saturday, does my banking, delivers gift baskets and picks up my supplies throughout the state. He hangs my flags, fixes my signs and much more.
My brother is my straightforward, fully honest gift basket design evaluator. If he likes it, it’s good. If he doesn’t like it, it needs to be scrapped and he doesn’t waste any time letting me know that.
I am humbled to have them all and chances are I spend more time with my family than most who proclaim ‘work-life balance’ success. Clearly our heart-strings are shorter than those of many families I know.
Yet, I often need to prodded. I tend to be the frog put into a cold pot of water that stays in the pot for far too long as the temperature of the water increases. Perhaps the day will come when I’m the frog in the gift shop water that I haven’t noticed is growing warmer and warmer. Until that time, I’ll be loving my job at Gifts To Go and grateful to my family for helping me ‘live’ here.