Finding Happiness in Small Places
I often use to think that when you really made it somewhere, you were making a certain amount of money, driving a certain car and had the picture perfect family. Sounds about right doesn't it? That was me about 10 years ago...
I had a very well paying job in NYC, a wife and two kids. I loved my family but I started to fall into that trap of work was way more important than anything else. I wasn't crazy about my job but I loved the paycheck I brought home and the nice perks that came with it. I began to travel more and got to hang out with some big name people, go to big parties and stay in hotels that you could literally live in.
See the problem is that I had everything I wanted but then when it became boring I wanted more. It happens when you least expect it and even when you have everything you could ever want right at your hand. I started calling the family less on the road, I enjoyed my time being gone and on my own time but would tell them how much I missed them and play along. It wasn't fair to them at all but my head was somewhere else and with someone else. It's amazing how you can live two different lives and get away with so much or at least that's what I thought...
About 2 years later my wife found out about me cheating and from there everything went downhill. My company laid me off and I had nothing. I couldn't find work and knew that I needed to get out of NYC and clear my head somehow. I decided to drive out to TX to visit a family member out there. It was that road trip that changed my life forever. I stopped in a small town Alabama to grab a bite to eat and stretch my legs. I sat there in a small diner and after I ordered my food an older man came over and sat at the table with me. Before I could say a word he just looked at me and said, "Son, whatever it is you've done it can get better." Still confused from him sitting down right beside me, the only thing I could say is, "how did you know..." and his reply was that it was written all over my face as soon as I walked through that door.
I shared what all had happened in the past years and he let me talk with a quiet listening ear. He didn't say anything else since the start except this, "Sometimes we're broken down because we are too stubborn to see we were on the wrong path. It's what you do with that brokenness that matters, not what you've done in the past."
He got up from the table and walked away before I could even say thank you. I finished my food and as I was paying I asked about the old man and they told me they had not seen anyone that looked like that come through the store that day. I started to wonder if I was crazy but I know it was completely real as could be. There was even a warmth as he sat there at the table but now makes me wonder if it were yes exactly what you're thinking, an angel.
Whoever he was, he changed my life and I am forever grateful. I went out to TX and started working with my cousin at his small family business and it's been the best thing I've ever done. I've grown closer to my ex-wife and kids even more than I was when I was married. The little things make me happy and money I realize now can suck you in without you ever even realizing it.
To those who want to break away, do it now before you cause more damage to yourself and your family. Trust me, it's not worth it but I had to learn the hard way because I was too stubborn to see the writing on the wall. To all the small businesses out there, keep working hard and don't ever lose sight of why you really started doing what you love - because it makes you happy and not about the money.
-Nathan in TX










