Friday, January 02, 2009

For richer or poorer

To hope. To dream. To imagine.
In 2009, I had hoped to change my families futures.
I had a dream that I could make it happen.
Recently, I imaged a wonderful idea for an invention.
I shared it with a friend, who also got revved up and wanted to be
an investor.
We researched the concept and happily found out it didn't already exist.
So, I planned and I worked hard and I sought out sound advice. I kept my idea
protected like a precious newborn baby. I began to excitedly carry out my idea.
I spent many hours thinking, creating and bringing my vision to life.
Just yesterday, new years day, as I was on a passionate role, just as I could visualize
it all panning out, all the pieces falling together, my son made a devastating discovery.
My unique idea had already been put into action. Executed by another, a few
short years ago. My poor son came to me with a grief stricken expression and such a heavy heart, that I was preparing myself to hear news of someones death. His news did affect me as if someone had died. I feel i am in mourning for my hopefulness. For my imagined dream. I was never very skilled in computer research, but would have never imagined how much that shortcoming would cause such heart break. Even though ultimately my dream included riches for my family, my dream was also a desire to prove to myself that I could accomplish anything I put my mind to, a dream to make a difference in the world
Like the time it takes to heal after any type of grieving, I am so hoping in time, i can imagine and find passion for another idea that would give me that desired feeling of making a difference. I will dry my tears, put on my big girl panties and optimistically believe, I am no poorer for this crushing upset, I am in fact richer. Rich With wisdom, with growth and like a dear friend pointed out, with inner strength, that just like a good cup of tea, grows only stronger in hot water.
(my computer crashed yesterday,so i am sharing someones. If I dont reply to your comments and emails for a while, please understand)


paisley said...

there comes a moment in every woman's life when she just needs a break.. take it.. pamper yourself... stay in bed all day,, do whatever you have to do ... this too shall pass... i say this to myself every day,, and although it has yet to pass,, i have to continue to believe it will.......

Deirdre said...

I'm so sorry - I know that disappointment so well and it takes a while to bounce back from it.

Granny Smith said...

Oh, how disappointing! I feel your sense of letdown. But this is just a temporary setback for such a strong resourceful person as you! I hope the new year brings you happiness and a whole host of new ideas, as well as even further success with your salon.

Your faithful follower,
Phyllis (Granny) Smtih

Queen-Size funny bone said...

almost the same thing happened to me when I worked for a California medical supply company. I came up with a great idea and they down played it , I did research and no one had it, they took it saying all ideas were theres because I worked for them. I got nothing.

anthonynorth said...

These are the breaks we often get. It makes the shoulders either heavier, or stronger. The latter is far more preferable, and makes you a better person.

Forgetfulone said...

I'm so sorry. That is heart-breaking to find out that someone did it first. But, maybe you can do it better! Don't give up hope. And I'd love for you to share with me your ingenuity.

I so wish I had the courage to go out on a limb and try to make money doing the things I love.

Heather said...

What a true disappointment! Is there anyway you can proceed anyway? If not, best of luck to you in finding a new "baby"

Tammy Brierly said...

BIG HUG! I'm so sorry Lucy but I have faith in you. XXOO

Tumblewords: said...

So. The next one will work. My mother and I, in days long gone and well before Internet research capability, designed appliances and self-cleaning houses verbally while my brother built an earth home. We must have been too early - but many of our 'old' ideas are now showing up. My Mom has been gone 22 years today and she'd get such a kick out of seeing where OUR ideas went. Keep those ideas pumpin', Lucy!

Giggles said...


Love you Giggles

Anonymous said...

No time pressure for visits.
And like others say, NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS! You're so creative. Remember that for many rejections throughout history, there are later acceptances.

Head Cookie said...

This is such a great post. You are indeed richer for trying and succeeding in the fact that you did try and just because it didn't work out there will be other inspirations to come your way so chin up.