My daughters were at home. Growing up without me. Pictures. That's how I watched my daughters grow up... ...during the time I owned those Gyms. To say I missed out is an understatement. Soccer games. Basketball games. Dances. Birthdays. Holidays. I missed it all. I only had pictures to see what happened in their lives. This was a period where I was 'around'. But I really wasn't THERE. One day my youngest grabbed me before I walked out the door to head over to the office and asked me if I'd make her basketball game that afternoon.
I told her, "Honey, I can't. I have to work." She told me she understood and gave me a hug, and I headed off to work. As I drove in, it dawned on me. What was I doing with my life? What was the point of making money at all. If you couldn't have the time to enjoy it the way you want or with the people that you truly care about.
Quick lunch breaks at my desk. Only leaving the office when it was late at night and time for bed. And living 100% for the Gyms. Looking back now. It sucked. And then of course, there was one thing ALWAYS in the back of my mind, making those long days even harder to stomach.