“I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself .”—Anne Bronte
I’ve been thinking about self-reliance a lot lately. Maybe because we are, at our house, in the very beginning of some new endeavors, new “projects” I call them, wild and some would say crazy ideas to bump up our income. No, no, nothing illegal. We want to start a business, and maybe that’s crazy in this critically ill economy, but what the heck, we can’t just curl up.
It’s a scary thing, in a way, to be self-reliant. You aren’t at all sure what your self is capable of. You aren’t certain how hard you’re willing to work, and though you’d like to think that “I’ll do whatever it takes!”, you know that you just plain get tired sometimes. You hope, and believe, that your self can be trusted and depended upon, and so you proceed.
Your gut instinct tells you that this is the only option. Any dependence on others, whether it be family, friends, or government, is not acceptable to you. (“Dependence” meaning permanent support, which is different from temporary assistance) Whether it’s starting a business, or seeking a better job, or performing your existing job on a higher level in hopes of getting that promotion, or getting more or different education to advance in your career or launch yourself into a brand new one—this is how you were brought up. This is what your parents did, and your grandparents, and their parents and grandparents before them.
You want to do this because, while uncertainty lies ahead, and you might fail, you also might just succeed. And if you do succeed, your potential is unlimited. If you fail, you fail, and learn some lessons, and get up and have another go at it. Because you know, deep down, that success is possible. And if it’s possible for some, then it’s possible for you.
Sometimes life events place you on an altogether strange and unfamiliar path, one not taken for increased wealth, but for pure survival.
I read a wonderful post Thanksgiving day, that I found on Michelle Malkin’s site. A woman named Jennifer had written to Michelle talking about her own family’s experience with sudden unexpected hard times, and what they had learned from it. Please read about Jennifer and her family, who sold their nice home and moved to a different state with a lower cost of living, bought a fixer-upper farm, and started walking down an unfamiliar path. A path which led to deeper love, joy, and inner strength. I’ve also linked to Jennifer’s own blog, wonderful reading, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
I applaud people like Jennifer and her family, and all the many, many other folks like them. They inspire me, just as memories of my grandfather have inspired me throughout my life. A man who saved for and finally bought a bit of land so that he and his family could move from share-cropper to farmer.
Jennifer, all my best wishes to you and your family, and may God bless you.
“If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.”–Latin proverb