#977 Take the Plastic off the Furniture

I remember fondly sitting on my Grandma’s plastic-covered couch in a pair of shorts when I was about six years old. Each time I’d get up, I would have to peel myself off. I was a little kid and didn’t give it much thought, but today it gives me admiration for my Grandma and an analogy for us.

Grandma was a single Mom before there was any help for single moms. Her husband died unexpectedly at 32 years of age, leaving her alone to provide for three kids. Grandma did OK. The plastic on the furniture told you that the sofa and everything else hadn’t come easy. The plastic said I need this to stay looking new because I saved and sacrificed to acquire it. The plastic said I was a single Mom during the depression, I know what doing without means, and I protect everything I have.

But still, it was sad. She had this beautiful couch that was probably comfy and soft, and she never sat on it. She never really saw it either. Even though the plastic slipcovers were clear, I’m sure that the fabric didn’t look the same underneath them as it did without them. Her fear, her JUSTIFIED fear, held her back from enjoying what she’d worked so hard to get.

I don’t advocate living carelessly or recklessly, but I want you to take chances. I want you to grow. I want you to go all out, not hold back.

Living life at a low flame is not living at all; it’s existing.

COVID has finally subsided a bit, and business is happening again. How much do you want to make up for? How much did you lose during this pandemic? It’s the start of the second half. Set a few big hairy goals, peel yourself off the couch, and take massive action

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