My mini meltdown yesterday was not just about being jilted by another realtor who wanted to take the commission all for himself. Though it did take the wind out of me a bit, I have learned to stomach it.
Yesterday also happened to be the day that some trademarks were about to be abandoned if I didn’t extend them. I had registered some trademarks with my sister two years ago when we started our dreams. I had the website related to these trademarks linked to this site because I assumed we were going to work on these projects together. Back in May, right after Sparky died, I wrote an open letter to my sister, and unlinked the website to this blog. It is sitting somewhere in cyberspace, still active, but stale.
Unfortunately, nothing ever happened. My sister abandoned the projects. Just a month ago, she called me and said she was putting her focus on “our dream”. I told her that the trademarks were going to expire. She said she was going to pay to get them extended. Well, I never got a phone call from her. She probably forgot.
In my mind, if you really don’t have a strong enough desire or fire in your belly to follow your dream, it is easier to forget. I honestly didn’t want to pay the money to extend them. My funds are very limited now. I mentioned to my son about the expiration. He told me I shouldn’t abandon them. So I woke up and kept them alive, but they are only good for six more months.
The dream that I have is to create children’s books and inspirational CD’s. I also have a manuscript for my little love story book that I want to self publish. One of my other hats that is not being utilized is my hypnotherapist license that I have had for over 15 years. The idea was that my real estate deals would finance these projects or at least give me time to create them. My sister’s talent as a therapist and hypnotherapist was going to add immense value to the projects we had in mind. But, alas, time is very limited right now as I already am wearing two hats to make a living.
The good thing is that I extended the trademarks before I got the call from my client. I think my meltdown was that I exerted precious time that would have been better utilized to follow my dreams. Mainly, I was mad at my sister for giving up. I don’t even think she ever reads my blog. She won’t know that I extended the trademarks unless she reads this.
So now I have six months. Maybe I should challenge myself like the girl in the movie Julie and Julia and start creating NOW what I have been dreaming of. My passion is still there. My heart is alive and kicking with everything I want to do. When I had the meltdown and cried, I told Cristian that it was sometimes too painful to dream and that I wished I didn’t dream so much.
Maybe selling my friends house will give me an extra cushion of that darn time, while I continue working on my brother’s projects for some income stability. I’m going to give it a shot. The meltdown helped me to realize that the pain was really in the thought of letting go of my dreams. It really is much too painful to live without them. In my moment of insanity, I thought it was the other way around. And in that moment, my beautiful and amazing son was the one telling me not to let go of my dreams. He is truly my inspiration and why I am not giving up.
I took this picture of the coral rose at a broker’s open house I did last week. My client had bought them to make the house more beautiful. They definitely caught my eye that I took a bunch of pictures of them. My heart is opening more today like the rose.
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