Yes, I’m a true business lady who makes money on her own. How hard can that be to understand? If I listen to my relatives, apparently me making money and not just freeloading around on welfare seems impossible concept. That’s why today we’re going to talk about my experiences as someone who doesn’t seem like the business type but still somehow has found her place on this word of making money on her own. How to deal with your family who just can’t understand what you’re doing?
My home is my office and so I just spend most of the days in my bed with the computer working. I live with my grandpa and so there’s a lot of relatives coming and going all the time. Sometimes I may be waiting for my tea water wearing only pajamas at 2 PM or just reading a book on the sofa with nothing better to do. Freeloader. That’s how people would see me. And that’s why it’s so hard for my family and relatives to understand that “yes, I really work hard and make my own money”.
You shouldn’t judge the book by its cover, right? When I’m making a full pot of tea it means I’m going to be working for the next six to seven hours. My family just sees me boiling the water and not writing furiously for hours locked in my own room. And when I’m reading on the sofa looking like I haven’t been up for hours doing anything productive there’re two main reasons why that would be happening:
- I have my day off. Every week I make time myself to have one full day off. Even if I’m working on my own, don’t I deserve one relaxation day every now and then?
- The reading may not be happening because I want to. The book may be for my next school essay (I study creative writing on the side) or for an article I’m currently writing for some interesting website.
That’s why the questions irritate me so much. You won’t see everything happening in my life so please stop judging. Not all people having their own business or trying to be a writer have to be productive 24/7 and dress like they’re always ready to go to an official meeting. Some of us just want to do our own thing behind closed doors. I’m not aiming for fame and money. Having just enough to live by writing my own things would be just fine for me.
A few weeks ago I was hanging out making tea and sandwiches like normally during my tea-break. My morning had been super productive so it was going to be a good day. I had just returned from a few weeks long trip to an all-inclusive hotel in Turkey (I’m not trying to flex but this is kind of important part of the story, okay?) so everything seemed to be so perfect. When you are far from home, you live in your own small bubble. No relatives questioning your motives or friends not fully understanding what you’re trying to do but still going with it.
Two weeks to forget how it feels to work at home, how it feels to be questioned.
My uncle arrived just when I was in the kitchen and proceeded to ask about my trip. Then it went back to the never-ending wondering: How can you have money to do a trip like that? Didn’t you just return from London? I answered like any business lady would after someone challenges their wealth. My answer was to clearly tell him that I’m earning income so I can use that money to whatever I want: traveling, saving for a home or buying too many cakes.
It’s my money that I have earned so no one else has any right to tell me how to use it!
His face was priceless. My uncle was quiet for a moment before answering with the most sincerely surprised voice:
“Wait, you really make money?”
The conversation ended quickly after that when I had explained to him slowly and precisely that for the last two years I have been making money by writing. I can’t even count how many times this conversation has been held between me and my family. For some reason, no one seems to believe it.
The week went by and I forgot this conversation. Believe it or not but there are a lot more important things to worry about when you’re trying to be a business girl. Then one early Sunday my cousin came for a quick visit and we had time to talk while I was reading a book in the living room. Apparently, my uncle couldn’t get over the fact that I’m making money. (I have no idea how they thought I was living and traveling…)
He had asked my cousin that did she know that I made money with my writings. Which my cousin had answered that of course, she knows. At least some people listen what I’m saying here. It has been almost two years now so hopefully, my relatives will slowly start to remember how I’m not constantly failing in my life.
How can it be so hard to understand that I can make money on my own? In my own opinion, I’m a somewhat skilled writer, always ready to try my best and never giving up. What else would I need to make this writing and business lady thing work?
I hope you enjoyed this too long rant and story. Have you ever had problems with friends or family understanding what you are doing? Like always all comments are more than welcome!