One of the hardest things for an entrepreneur to do is to take a vacation. That is, if you define a vacation as a period of time where you get “away from it all.” More especially if it means a time when you do not work.
Our brains are never quiet. That’s not to say we never relax or that we never have fun. We do. We can never just do those things. We’re always thinking. That’s probably a good thing! No matter how much it irritates those around us who “just want to have fun.”
For example, when we went to Ruidoso for Christmas last year, we couldn’t stop looking for opportunities as we drove around the quaint, touristy town. It has a healthy vacation rental market. In fact, from what I could see most of the town’s population seems to be there for the week—for the skiing, for the hiking, or just for the scenery.
Suna and I looked at houses, evaluated the income potential (always the net income!), and decided the property managers we found had not been doing it long enough or didn’t have sufficient inventory to feel comfortable with. So, we passed.
Last month, we visited with family and friends on our return from our annual meeting in Hilton Head, where we evaluated a couple of other investment opportunities and opted in on one of them. While visiting friends, we saw how small, Southern towns were dealing with urbanization and keeping their downtowns vibrant (something I’m working with the Cameron Chamber of Commerce to do) and talked to friends who are working on their own business plans. We spent most of the return trip either meeting with people to discuss potential investments or getting to those meetings.
Wow! It seems like we’re always working.
It Ain’t Work
I remember walking with my dad one cold, misty New Year’s Eve. It was around sunset, and the shadows were getting longer, making it harder to tell the cattle from the scrub. We came across the neighbor mending fence. Mr. Sapp was in his 80s at the time, but there he was: out in the rain at sunset with the mist turning to sleet working on a fence!
His house was nearby, and I knew his family was getting ready to celebrate the new year. He could have been warm and dry. “Do you ever take a break, or do you just work all the time?” I asked with the impertinence only a twenty-something can honestly muster.
He winked at me. “Son,” he said. “If you love what you do, it ain’t work.” All these years later, I’m starting to understand what he means.Hermann says please like and share!