When I was growing up, my dad commuted 2-3 hours per day, so we didn’t see much of him during the week. My mom, sister, and I spent a fair amount of time at my grandparents’ house, about 20 minutes away. In a lot of ways, my grandfather “Opa” (as a nod to his family’s German heritage) and my uncle were the male influences in my childhood.
One thing that has stuck with me was Opa’s professional life. Opa ran was an electrician by trade and ran a small business out of their house. Whenever I saw him, Opa was always whistling; apparently he whistled on job sites as well. (It was very often Polly Wolly Doodle, so thinking of this song always make me smile.) In other words, the man loved what he did, and I think it was the combination of liking what he was doing and liking being a small business owner.
Watching this through the years, I think there’s always been a part of me that has wanted to try my hand at entrepreneurship, and more importantly to have that level of satisfaction. Thus, I felt like it was my turn to try small business ownership.
