Since yesterday was a maudlin day (as you could tell from my post), I called up my beloved Auntie early this morning for some much-needed encouragement.
“Well, it’s no wonder you’re exhausted and feeling emotional!” Auntie declared once I’d shared, “You’re working three jobs, taking care of your house, and studying like you were in an actual college class besides! I don’t know where you get your energy, but if you ever figure it out you need to bottle it cause I want some!”
“Three jobs?” Huh? How on earth did she figure I was working three jobs? I wondered.
“Three jobs, Missy. You’re working at that grocery store, you’re running your writing business, and you’re busting your butt to get your investment business going. Then on top of that, you study every night before you go to bed. You’re doing a lot!”
Hokay….
A bit flabbergasted, I concluded the call so I could sit and think. Was I really doing the equivalent of working three jobs?
I am. I really am.
I didn’t realize it, but the majority of my time is spent working. When I’m not writing, I’m researching companies, reading gigantic SEC filings as I brainstorm ways to come up with more money to invest and work out the best ways to invest given my limited funding.
When I’m not doing that I’m either working at my public job, studying nonfiction books related to business, investments, or my writing.
And somehow in the midst of all of that I manage to clean my house, take care of other personal business, and sleep.
How on Earth did I stumble into this?
More importantly…wow.
I hadn’t shared it with you, but I’ve got plans to incorporate my investments at some point. I’m not there yet but Annienygma Investments is a thing. It’s what I call it in my head, and it will eventually encompass not only stock market investments but real estate as well when I can manage it.
OMG. I’ve got a writing business that’s around a decade old (bit older, if I recall correctly). I’ve got my public job. And I’m in the very early stages of forming an investment company.
I had no idea.
It’s no damn wonder I’m so tired and moody.
What surprises have you encountered lately? Please share your stories in the comments below.
Oh, how often we don’t give ourselves credit for what we are doing. I remember my husband once asking me what I’d done that day and I said, “Nothing. Except laundry. And meal planning. And chaperoning a kid’s outing. And…” Suddenly I realized I had done a lot that day.