I wish I could say the word "Poppies" like the Wicked Witch of the West did in the Wizard of Oz... seriously folks, as a child that voice and the thought of flying monkeys kept me up at night. How ironic that in the movie, the poppies were meant to lull Dorothy and her band of folks missing things (brain, heart, courage, home...) into a peaceful, all forgetting slumber.
I think that during recessions and hard times there are folks who truly are just tired and want to just stop and rest a bit. Going on the Wizard of Oz analogy, the crew just walked along the brick road without the benefit of GPS, appropriate footware, or mechanical transportation (even though the emerald city seemed decked out with all sorts of cool mechanical gadgetry)- they were tired folks. They were worn down AND because of this, susceptible to the trappings of a wicked voice and poison pollinated pretties. When we are at our weakest, we are also at our most vulnerable. It is at this moment that having friends to hold us accountable and keep us going is important. The natural tendency is for folks to shy away and try to get through tough times alone. They let their fear and pride prevent them from being honest about exactly how tired they are and what struggles are draining them and their business. There is no shame in admitting that you are struggling but, there is when you never reached out to grab the hands that were all around you wanting to help. Think about it, there you fell asleep in some field as the world passed you by and the flying monkeys made fun of you by drawing all over your face with a Sharpie Marker as you slept.