My life and work are co-mingled and hard to divide. Although I mostly keep work related stuff separate from my blog, sometimes it is relevant. My husband and I share our business and are immersed in the same milieu day and night. Unfortunately, that means when one of us has problems with work, clients etc. we both share the same worries and we don't always agree on a course of action to resolve the problems. I often hear "Whose side are you on?" the reply is usually, "The Client's".
Throw into the mix that I am still acting as translator for hubby, who has tried and failed to learn fluent English in the 25 years we have been here, and the term "Don't kill the messenger" takes on personal meaning. Often, as I try to clarify the nuances of some issue or other from a client's point of view, I am faced with the angry response that is not mine to own.
Everyone has been affected in some way by this economy. We have been lucky to have a safety net, in the form of a small inheritance from my parents. I have been able to bridge the gap; eking out my personal funds in small increments; trying to save enough to keep my dreams alive, but doing what is necessary for our stability and to help a friend not lose her house.
Things are definitely on the road to recovery. I think that by the springtime we will be bathed in the light that is currently peeking in at the end of the tunnel. It doesn't make it any easier to swallow the bitter pill that I have willingly surrendered my dreams for the greater good and all the thanks I get is to be told, " I don't know why you did that" "All you had to do was work harder, sign more clients and make more of our business, etc...."
It shouldn't get to me, I've surely heard it before. I know there will be no pony under the tree. But it still feels like a dagger to the heart. Every day I get up and do the best I know how. Win or lose, at the end of the day, I know I have given my all and that, as the sun rises tomorrow, I will stand up and do it all over again.