Life sucks. Shit happens. Pull up your big girl panties, or your big boy briefs, and move on.
The last few weeks, I’ve barely trained, barely got any sleep, and shocker… barely ate. Why? Well for starters, I’ve been really busy. Once again… why? I’m trying to start my own business. I’m a planner. I mean… for crying out loud I invest in good planners (notice how I said planners?) and I use them religiously. (Future planner post in the future… promise). I plan everything from when I have to send out cards for Christmas, to when to go grocery shopping, to what I’m going to eat for a week, to what trips I’m going to take (sometimes a few years in advance). Start my own business… That’s a whole different plan. And planner.
I know I’ve mentioned it once or twice, what my plans are for my future. So I’m going to start from the beginning, just so you can get the gist of why I want this.
I went to school for advertising design and marketing. Not really a double major, but more of a Marketing degree with a specialization for Advertising Design. Here’s the sad truth about the advertising industry. Unless you know people… big people, you aren’t going anywhere. Or getting in anywhere. I had a killer portfolio, interviewed at forty seven agencies between Chicago and Tampa. Forty seven. You heard me, forty…seven. All of them turned me down. Got a few second interviews, everyone giving me advice on my portfolio and I modified as I went along. So to make any kind of money I got a job in retail. Eventually landing in an accounting position. That quickly became a senior role, without having people report to me. Which was nice. However the lack of pay and the amount of hours and stress I was putting in wasn’t worth it. So I quit. Had a new job lined up for the next day, doing accounts payable. It was ok. The training was awful. Small company. Turns out they were going under. After three months, they locked the doors on all of the temps that worked there. A week later I landed a part time job at the newspaper advertising agency I worked at for the last six-ish years. I started there and worked my way up. And up, wasn’t far. Got my first promotion at that company after four years, then that was it. I will admit, that company did teach me to only do the work I’m paid to do. I tried so hard to prove to upper management that I can do more, and they would keep giving me more and more work. Finally, I said enough. I was putting in too many hours. In the end my pay was nothing. Anyway, after losing so many clients, and having so many layoffs, I left for a different company. Now, I’m an admin/secretary for a property management team. Once again, at the bottom. My overall feelings about being in corporate America is that I’m a failure. My whole family is nothing but success, I’m not including my mom. But me, I’m a failure.
After talking with one of my Aunt’s, she told me one thing (well it was a very long conversation, so this is really just a small teeny chunk of it). “Being a failure at a career is not that important, if it’s not a career you love.”
To me it made sense. I mean. If you’re a failure at something that you truly don’t care about, then yeah. It’s not important. But if you’re a failure at something you’re truly passionate about, it’s heart breaking. I don’t take being a failure lightly. It eats me up inside. Makes me not see the bigger picture. I failed a test once. Didn’t talk to anyone for a week! With the life I’ve had, failure is never an option. If I dive into something, I go 100% and I don’t give up until I get to where I want to be.
I’m to the point where I need to have a good career. I have braces, college tuition, car, and a house down payment I need to worry about. Just like any family with kids. Except, it’s just me. I have to provide these things for my daughter. I need to be able to put a roof over our heads, food on the table, bills paid, etc. I want her to have a good education, especially since she wants to be a vet. These are things I worry about every day. And things I will never achieve if I continue to destroy my career by working jobs that will never see my worth.
So this year, is the year of change. Not only in my personal life and in training, but in my career. I’m getting my certificate in personal training, Olympic lifting and power lifting. Once I achieve my first certificate, I will be offering online personal training services. Well, online and in person. This will all lead up to the opening of my gym.
I have a plan and it’s already being put into place, now I’m focusing on two things. My training and my business. The whole point of this particular blog is this, to show you that life isn’t always great. Shit happens. Our jobs suck. Our lives are not what you expected them to be. Forget the social norm. Even if it means going against everything you were taught. And show the world what you’re capable of.
Life will throw lemons at you. What you do with them is up to you. Personally, I rather make lemonade with a little vodka with them.
Kristy Kronas is a Certified Personal Trainer in the burbs of Chicago. She is a single parent and author with a children's book being published this fall! She has a passion for lifting, boxing, kayaking, and a hatred of running. Watch out for her new venture this September when she launches a daily podcast called the 'Daily Donut.' If you have any questions, comments, or just want to say hi, shoot her an email!