Monday, 1 September 2014

And the AWARD goes to......

Do you have somebody in your life that is responsible for pumping your tires? I am not referring to your car/bike, I am talking about your self esteem. 
I have had two people who have held this position in my life. The first was my Mom. She and I would talk for hours, feet tucked under our legs, sitting on the couch, and she would listen. Really listen. Not wait for a break in my emotional tangents to start to talk about herself or anything else. She was there: hurting, laughing, cheering, right along side me. She gave me much needed perspective (when asked), and made me feel special.  I needed her. I needed that. Fast forward a couple decades and I have a full-time tire inflator sharing my everyday with me. My best friend.  My heart. My hubby. True story. He is better than I deserve and he has taken the reigns from my mom and steers my zig-zagging esteem safely to a pasture where I feel safe, important, and loved (daily). I think it must be exhausting repeating the same message to me. I know that what others think of me, or what compliments I receive from others should not matter (wisdom from my mom and my man). I know, (really I do!), that true happiness is loving myself. Being happy in my own skin. Not allowing others to dictate my self worth. I know this. Yet... I have my own personal maintenance man to keep my tires balanced. 

This weeks pity party for yours truly, involved 'lack of success'. I was sharing my past awards/recognitions/commendations with my main squeeze and had said:  "I am a failure. I used to be the top dog...I used to be the cream of the crop...I used to get awards, and now I am somebody who is not pulling their weight in the household...I am nothing. I used to be something...." .  And this is when my Knight in clean underwear swooped in to inform me: "You are self-employed. Who is going to acknowledge your greatness? Give yourself an award!"  He was partially kidding.  But his message was not lost on me. I am not in an environment that strokes my ego. I live in a home with children and pets. I am the one who takes care of schmidt...literally. There is no award for making beds, doing dishes, folding laundry, cutting grass! I know this because I do not reward anybody in this household for doing what needs to be done. As for my job...which is really 10 months old and created in the dark corners of my imagination and the dark hours of the night, I am IT. I am the president, CEO, accountant, warehouse manager, administrative assistant, organizer, scheduler, marketer and more. There is nobody else. Just me. And in ten months I have not grown my business into a Fortune 500 company so I am a bit bummed. Perhaps my goals are somewhat lofty, but that is how I roll. So, I am going to start doling out awards for the varying positions in my organization. I am going to start giving accreditations that I create and deem necessary to have a position in a future thriving, international business. 

The first annual award for "Best new business on a shoestring budget" goes to ME. Sole proprietor of Jo:Moma is pleased to accept this award. Thank you to everybody who has followed, joined the family, critiqued, purchased a product and/or service, and has supported by making the name Jo:Moma bigger than the 6 people who live in the Jo:Moma headquarters. Thank you to the tireless effort of the president, manager, trainer, and well everyone on the Jo:Moma staff. And mostly thank you to my tire inflators. Without you, the ride is much less comfortable and much slower. 
 
Stay happy & healthy
Jo:Moma 
www.jomoma.ca. 

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