Letting go of my business

The last 2 nights, my head hits that pillow and I’m out for 10 hours.  I woke up from a dream where the guy we hired to replace me gave me my old business card and had sharpied out the name of my business and re-named it.  I was wading through the office (like I was moving in water) to rip everyone a new one, then I woke up.

When I coached volleyball at the local high school, the freshman coach was always trying to pull a fast one on me.  One time he called my cell to tell me to go to a different gym, where we would have missed our fist match.  He then showed up as “assistant coach” for the tournament.  It was an interesting move.  He’d say the girls and parents hated me, wished he was their coach, it was nuts.  The time I put into coaching vs the money I made ended up being about $1 an hour, then I had to deal with this prick.  Once I figured out he wanted to switch for me to coach freshman the next year, I was all in…let him deal with 12, 15 year old girls.

That’s kind of how I feel about handing over this drone business, lucky there’s a business to hand over since many have folded already.  After 3 years, my heart just isn’t into it anymore.  I read somewhere that there’s “innovator burnout” where usually the person who starts something isn’t the one who carries it to success.  I’d wake up at intervals in the night to render the photos and have to stare into my laptop everywhere for work.  It’s nice to get an email asking for pilots to fly a plane up to get an oil change and say, “I can do that.”

It’s nice to have some freedom, to just take off for 3 weeks?  I’ve never been able to do that my whole life.  Still haven’t quite adjusted to getting back from my trip or into any kind of routine besides writing every morning.  My back is good enough to work out again, trying to get my swim routine on track.  Swimming is my oil, coffee is my drive.


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