Ambition is AWESOME…but Get Your Priorities In Order
Imagine this, you are standing on the proverbial corner of opportunity and “holy-cow-this-is-amazing”. The opportunity is so amazing you can’t believe it just dropped in your lap. You are in the process of fulfilling your dreams and then…you see your child crying.
Welcome to my reality. I was offered an opportunity to host a talk show on a local television cable station and I was beyond excited. I’m talking excited like it was network television with syndication and I was one step closer to being the next Oprah. Then a series of obstacles began to appear: the studio hours for taping weren’t conducive to my 9 to 5 job with benefits, sites to shoot on-location interviews were hard to come by and it took forever for my volunteer camera person to get trained. I came up with a plan to work around them. And then…I saw my baby girl crying because she didn’t “have a troop with her people”. Don’t jump off the deep end, she wasn’t referring to race or color, she was referring to other 2nd grade girls who are Girl Scout Brownies. So as much as I want to be on television, my child’s happiness is more important. So guess who has signed up to be a Brownie Trooper Leader? Yup, that would be me. The OCD Planner in me has already set up a Pinterest board to capture ideas for meetings and activities.
Fact is, I’m already pulled in multiple directions and quite frankly I wondered what the added the pressure of scouting for talent, writing scripts, taping and editing two shows per month would do to my already packed schedule. I would have been stretched to the point of being transparent. It has always been my hope that everything I do helps me to be a positive role model for my children and I also need them to know that I love them and that they are a priority. No, I’m not abandoning my dream of being on television and sharing my message with the world. I’m managing my priorities and my children are one of them. Ambition is awesome and ten years from now I don’t want to be successful and filled with heartbreaking regret because I’ve missed out on some of the most important years of my daughters lives. Girl Scout Cookies anyone?