Not too long ago, I wrote a post about
knowing who you are. In a nutshell, I asked if you are unmotivated and complacent with where you are in your life, or if you are the type of person who, if you want something, goes the distance to get it. I ended the post by saying that I know who I am. In other words, if I have a vision or idea in my head, if there if something I think I want, need or must have, I set my sights on it. But I suppose I should've amended that post with,
Know Your Limitations.
The other day, I restructured the way in which those who write for Root & Sprout are paid. In all honesty, I've been agonizing over this very big detail ever since I started paying writers. Even at the inception of Root & Sprout, it was always my goal to be able to compensate writers for their work. But I had meant to rely on volunteer contributions until the day came when I could
realistically do so. When it became obvious (through feedback) that most people did not appreciate writing for Root & Sprout without some sort of return, I decided I would need to fund the project myself. I had hoped that I could grow Root & Sprout to the point where I could rely on incoming ad revenue, but you all know just how long it takes to grow an audience and gain supporters. We're just not there yet.
I struggled with what to do. Every single day I thought about it. Should I take out a loan? Should I try to get a grant? Should I try to find an angel investor? In the end, I decided to rely on a contract job of mine in order to pay everyone else. In a sense, I believed I was going the extra mile in order to be somewhat fair to the writers because, after all, they deserved some type of reward for their hard work and support.
After awhile, though, I began to feel stretched thin with all my obligations to this site, Root & Sprout, my contract job and my family. Not to mention I began working on a few creative projects as a way to de-stress and reclaim a bit of 'me time.' I was working full time without the benefit of 'normal' office hours. As many of you who work from home know, you have to squeeze in work here and there whenever you can. My day would begin at 5:00 and not end until 10:00 when, because of blurred vision from staring at a computer screen most of the day, I'd be forced to turn it off and go to bed. And then it would start over again. Wash, rinse, repeat.
In short, I was feeling majorly stressed out and, dare I say, angry and resentful. I began to hate my contract work, and I questioned why I had ever begun Root & Sprout in the first place. I missed my time with my family, and yet I'd get upset with them for 'bothering' me while I was trying to work. God forbid one of the kids request a PBJ sandwich because, you know, I might actually have to get out of my chair and fix it. I'm embarrassed to admit my priorities were completely topsy-turvey.
I related the story to some of you the other day about the proverbial straw that *finally* broke the camel's back. It happened one gorgeous afternoon while I was stuck at the computer and the kids were playing in the backyard. I could hear them laughing at some game they were playing, and all I could think about was the grand headache I had. Hannah, my oldest, rushed inside and asked if I would come out to play with them. I snapped, "Can't you see I'm working?" I could see the hurt in her eyes as she turned around and walked out, not saying a word, and yet I didn't go after her. I felt guilty, yes, but not enough to stop what I was doing and tend to her hurt feelings.
After twenty minutes or so, I finally made my way outside. I sat down on the back porch and put my head in my hands, my headache quickly turning into a migraine. I had taken medication earlier in the day, but it was doing nothing to cut through the pain.
"Can you play Red Light, Green Light with us?" Hannah asked.
I looked at her with an are-you-crazy expression on my face and said, "Are you kidding me? Can't you see my head hurts?"
Without hesitating, she screamed at me rather nastily, "You ALWAYS have a headache! And you're ALWAYS too busy to play with us, because you're ALWAYS working!"
You know that gut-wrenching feeling of when someone completely cuts you down and how awful it makes you feel? That was exactly how I felt in that moment. I realized what an ass-of-a-mother I had been for too many months. After all, I'd never have the opportunity to reclaim any of those lost moments with my children. I still can't think about that without crying (yes, I'm crying as I write this).
So, despite my throbbing head and the fact I felt sick to my stomach, I got up and ran and played and laughed. I nearly felt like I was going to pass out, but their smiles and laughter kept me going.
And I realized something, too. I realized I'd been 'going the distance' for the wrong team. Even though I care very much about those who write for and read Root & Sprout, I have always been a "family first" type of person, particularly when it comes to MY family. I always have those what-if's in the back of my head. What if, when Hannah goes to Ireland, she blows off
The Cliffs of Moher and I never have another moment to spend with her? The guilt of choosing work over my daughter, when I could have chosen the other way around, would be too much for me to endure for the rest of my life. I realize we can't shirk our daily responsibilities to play endless games of hide-and-seek, but we can't always ignore our families for work, either.
With a little input from others,
I restructured how Root & Sprout writers are paid. Although most everyone empathized with my feelings and has committed to sticking with me (thank you for the personal emails!), not everyone was happy. And despite what those who aren't happy may think, I do understand.
Since then, Grow Together has lost a member and Root & Sprout has lost eight subscribers. I have no idea if it's all related. I wish I could say that my confidence hasn't been shaken, but it has. I am constantly second-guessing myself and trying to please everyone. I know it's really not about me and that people come and go for all sorts of reasons, but I still take it personally.
At least, though, I know my limitations. First and foremost, I am a wife and mom. Everything else is just icing on the cake.
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