I’d spent more money than I was making traveling back and forth from Canada to the southern US during my dad’s terminal illness. To keep myself employed, I was forced to survive on significantly lower pay for more work as others were let go. This happened as the automotive industry was collapsing.
Then, I went back home with my kids, dreading my return to a job I was beginning to despise. I was devastated, but I made the funeral arrangements and helped my mother get her bearings. If you want to be a writer, you have to write.” I replied, “I’m going to be a writer, Dad.”Īnd it really hurt when he shook his head, “No you’re not. “Girl, tell me, what are you going to do with your life?” he demanded. He’d been asking me this continuously, wanting to be sure I knew this vital fact. You’ve never ever made me think otherwise,” I reassured him. “You know I love you, right?” he asked from his hospital bed. One of the last conversations we had turned out to be the lesson that eventually changed my life. It took death to rock my world and inspire me to change everything.įirst, my beloved father died. Like most stories of dramatic change, it starts out sad. Instead, I spent my days grinding my teeth and pretending like I actually wanted to be at the office.
I wanted to do all those self-reliance projects I read about. Like everyone else, I had unfulfilled dreams.
A job I once enjoyed had turned into a stressful grind that took me away from the things I was really passionate about. Who the heck is Daisy Luther?īack in 2010, I was in the corporate world and hating every minute of it. You can contact me at hello at theorganicprepper dot com.
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