Ruby felt so much more than simply confused.
Knowing she had so much to offer the world. She was a very smart girl. The brain gave much credit to the ‘smartness’ statement yet that wasn’t all that was party to the comment. Ruby was looked up to by so many of her clients. They loved her. She listened to them in an empathetic manner while using the talent of staying strong. Offering useful ways forward to create a better business or a better life, she found without question that the job she was doing proved valuable to so many. Also to her. If she was helping people she was happy.
The marvellous internet was delivering information to her ten fold. Ruby knew that if she was to package her information into digital products and sold them, of course she could make more money from doing the work once. Loving this invention, Ruby gave it lots of thought.
Learning from the experts, Ruby saw all of these people who were only working a few hours and generating that six figure income that many gurus spoke about.
Using the internet, “Hmm,” Ruby pondered for a while. She loved this idea and decided to go ahead and try it. Information overload rapidly became a way forward to set up products for business owners and folks with personal issues in life to download a the click of a button. Paying a few dollars for Ruby to ‘cer-ching’ into her paypal account and slot up a few more quid into the business account.
Sounding easy, Ruby set herself up with all the digital formats she needed, the equipment, the email lists, the marketing. As she began…..
…..Ruby felt so lonely. Her day had little or no structure, despite the wall chart of time management she had made for herself on her squeaky white board. Constantly, she felt hungry. Boredom…? Possibly.
Without allowing too much time passing, Ruby consulted a business mentor. This tall gentleman charged Ruby a pretty penny for his help. After many many questions and lots and lots of soul searching, Ruby found an underlying issue.
Ruby had been raised to believe that she should work hard for her money, putting in lots of hours and a fair degree of stress to top off the bundle.
It felt ‘wrong’ somehow to just sit at home typing away. Even though what she was providing for people was very much of value and they were prepared to pay for it, it stopped there. Something was wrong.
Mr Brooks, or Ted as he liked to be called, took Ruby back in time. She sat on his Italian white leather chaise-longue and comfortably told Ted all the things she loved to do as a child.
“Often, we find that the job that serves our heart and soul is actually the thing we were born to do. Yet while growing up, we very often take a different path. We watch others coming home exhausted from work, grabbing a quick bite to eat and crashing into bed without speaking to their loved ones. Now, is this living Ruby?” Ted asked gently.