It’s 7:30 in the morning. My son yells from the other room, “Daddy, I have to go pee.”
I manage to grumble only half-audibly, “Ok, dude, go pee”, while wondering why he still insists on notifying me every time this incredible event occurs.
The static electricity builds up as I shuffle in my mismatched socks down the hallway. The drip drip drip of the Keurig and the aroma of coffee brings a much-needed perk to my still-sleepy mind.
I flip on the electric griddle, throw on some bacon, and pull out some eggs to cook in the grease that the delicious cuts leave behind. As I flip the last egg, I call out, “Breakfast is ready!”
A few moments later, my son’s mother, her husband, and their 7-month-old baby appear in the dining room.
Living with my son’s mother (Liz) and her husband is far from what would be defined as “normal.”
I’m here because I’m an entrepreneur. And because I’m an idiot.
Let me explain by providing a little history first…
As a young(er) man, I made some rather questionable financial decisions, which have established a stranglehold on my wallet and bank accounts.
I’ve got a 2011 Audi in the driveway that I still owe $20k on. It’s only worth $12k. Awesome.
I owe tens of thousands of dollars to the US government in the form of school loans for a degree I didn’t even complete.
It was 5 years ago that I made the mental switch from mindless worker bee to entrepreneur. I became enamored with the opportunities that entrepreneurship provided.
I haven’t rested since.
On my journey as a starving entrepreneur I found myself constantly struggling to balance my long-term goals with my “right now” circumstances.
There were always bills that had to get paid.
There was always my son, needing my attention.
I’d swing from one extreme to the other.
One month I was absolutely obsessed with the idea of what my life could be if I spent every waking hour trying to build the empire I envisioned. This led to burnout, falling behind on financial obligations, and came at the expense of a deteriorating relationship with my son.
The next month I’d find myself wholly consumed in the day to day. Nurturing the bond between myself and my son, busting my ass at whatever job I found myself at, and hustling on crappy side-hustles to get bills paid.
It was during one of these drastic swings that I found myself putting in a two-week notice at work. I was determined to create my own income and I couldn’t do that if I was spending 40 hours a week at work.
Or so I thought.
So I sacrificed my job. It’s ok, you can call me an idiot. I can take it.
I endured loads of self doubt over the next couple weeks leading up to the departure from my steady income.
I had a plan but….was it good enough?
Would it work?
What if it didn’t?
It was this last question that led me to ask Liz if she might allow me to stay at her place if my plan shouldn’t work. Paying $500/mo is a hell of a lot better than $1200.
Minimize expenses, lengthen my runway. That was the plan.
So here I am. Acting as nanny when Liz and her husband want to go out, keeping the house clean, cooking breakfast, and making sure the dogs don’t die.
It’s not ideal, but it’s allowed me to really distill my life down to the critical elements that I want at the core of everything I do moving forward.
Give and take
I’ve never had more time with my son, and I’m enjoying more time to focus on building my empire.
Sure, I can’t bring a young lady home after a night out (like I ever go out), out of respect for my son. And I don’t really have my own space other than a small bedroom, so it can be difficult to carve out uninterrupted time for content creation. But it’s working.
It’s not ideal, but it’s a start to that ideal life I’ve envisioned for years. So I’m going to make it work.
I’d love to hear about sacrifices you’ve made to pursue your life goals in the comments below.