owning our own businesses

My current thoughts on business ownership.

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While owning your own business does sound quite glamorous, it is not all its cracked up to be. Sure, from the outside looking in, it appears that we have it made. We work outside, among the plants, watering, and laughing, and then we get the winters off to lounge, vacation, and put our feet up. 

I wish. 

This business is hard work. it has proven to be even more challenging throwing a baby into the mix of our family (I wouldn't trade it for the world though!) 

While we do get winters "off" from having open store hours, we are still working in the off season. Ordering, networking, lining up jobs. 

It does, however, have its perks. We get to make our own hours, and essentially are in control of our days. Dave and I both have the same goals. We want to do whatever we can so that we can spend as much time as a family. I don't want to work for someone else all week long while Holtan is at day care only to feel even more exhausted than I do now. I feel both fortunate for the opportunity to be with him daily, but also proud that we have made the choices and put ourselves in a position that makes that possible for our family. 

We work every weekend. We work into the evenings. We sometimes work into the night. 

It's what we have to do to live the life we want. 

And man oh man, is the uncertainty of seasonal, retail income, oh so very scary. But you never get anywhere in life without taking some risks, following your heart, and trusting that it will lead you in the right direction. 

 

Busy busy.

“I’m sorry i can’t, I’m just too busy.”

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As a direct seller this is probably what I hear the most from people. I completely respect that. BUT, I do have to question it sometimes.

For some, it’s an easy way to gently tell me no, and that’s great. A simple No works too.

Or is it an automated response now? When people ask us how life is, we immediately respond, “we’re keeping so busy! Or it’s crazy busy!” It almost feels like it’s a contest sometimes.. I’m busier than you, ...and we GLORIFY that busyness. Like if you get SO busy you might get a metal or something.

When was the last time you slowed down? Said no. Decided you didn’t want to be BUSY that day. Answered the question of how are you, by saying, “I’m well, relaxed, enjoying my life.”

It gets back to choices. Decisions. We all make them every day, and each of our choices adds up to the life we’re living the moment we’re in. But if we’re too BUSY to even notice that moment, what’s the point?

I also hear this A LOT from moms. We’ve got kids to feed, to run to this practice, and that event. You’re busy. I do not doubt that. But when was the last time you were busy for YOURSELF. You did something you enjoy, like a craft (or whatever you like) got so caught up in it, you lost track of time and didn’t even realize you were busy with it?

This is how I feel about my tupperware business. I can get caught up in working on it, and poof, hours later I’m wondering what happened to the time. Now, I’m not saying that Tupperware will be that for everyone, but it could.. it challenges me, allows me to be creative, keeps me growing as a person, a leader and a business woman.

I think many of us are working too hard at being “busy.” My hope for everyone out there is that you are busy doing the things that you love.

expecting my second.

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Lately I have noticed myself feeling a little defensive when I am given unsolicited and not-asked-for advice on being pregnant or giving birth. I blame the pregnancy hormones, or maybe the waves of emotion that go along with grief, but I want to scream, "This is not my first! I've done this before! I don't need your opinions!" But many people don't know that. And at first glance, how would they know: I don't have a toddler clinging to my hip, or cheerios stuck to my butt (the universal signs of motherhood, right?)  Even if people know about Baby David, I truly believe it just makes some people uncomfortable to acknowledge it, so they don't, and treat this as my first. (ps. even if a woman doesn't have this to deal with, a lot of time pregnancy advice isn't needed or wanted, unless the woman asks)

This pregnancy is different. They all are. But in my case, I look back on carrying David, and I can't really put my finger on it, but it was different. We lost David at 27 weeks, in reality, he likely passed away several weeks before that. We hadn't prepared anything for bringing home a baby, no crib, no little baby clothes were bought. It's almost like we subconsciously knew he would never be coming home with us. Of course, we didn't know, but I can't help but wonder why we weren't preparing.

With this baby, despite the fear and anxiety, we have done a bit more preparing. We have a crib. I've bought a few things for the nursery to decorate the walls. I've started emptying out my sister's basement and collecting a basinet, nursing tanks, a breast pump. 

I can't explain it, but it's different. I'm excited, yet scared. With anything in life there are lots of unknowns. Each pregnancy, birth, and child are different, and this second child of mine deserves all the excitement, happiness, and joy that goes along with expecting a baby. So I intend to give it that, all while remembering his (or her!) sweet Big Brother David.