I’ve been meaning to write, but it seems I have so much going on in my little neurotic head that I really don’t know what to write about! It’s like a wardrobe full of clothes but nothing to wear! Go figure. So there is my small business that I am working on, though nothing exciting just yet, because I’ve hit a few road blocks. I didn’t really think things through when I decided to embark on this endeavour. My greatest flaw and greatest blessing is my impulsive personality. When I decide I want something, I pretty much dive straight in without too much thought. Although it has gotten me into trouble one too many times to recall, I have many tales of adventure that would truly blow your mind (so I think). I’m the person that does first and thinks later. The person that skips the research and sometimes the planning altogether. I am that stupid friend that goes along with anything. Yep. Stupid.
As I lay here next to my sleeping beauties, yes, we co-sleep with our children, I decided that I was just going to write and see what comes. So I guess the topic for this post will be about my journey to a small start-up shop. I have been wanting to sell online for a while, but I could never decide on what to sell. That’s probably the most familiar problem with mumpreneurs. The other thing is, anything I want to sell is already so readily available for pennies (familiar problem for ALL of us), but it was a recurring theme. So on my 35th birthday I tuned out my Tweedledum and Tweedledee and decided I was going to do something. In the following weeks, I started setting up all my social media accounts (including this blog) under my prospective name. I applied for a business number, bought a web domain, applied for a business bank account and credit card, the whole nine yards. It was a bit tricky because when asked about my assets and collateral possession, I had nothing. Not even ‘money in the bank’ (in Nicky Minaj voice). Quite honestly I felt pathetic and lonely. Here I am, always preaching about being an independent woman and keeping your sense of self a priority, totally selling out. I am my own biggest hypocrite!
While I have a great hubby who looks after us, I realized that I have done little for myself since moving here (Australia). Caught up in this love story I created in my head and living the sensational title of housewife. Yep. So exciting. Wake up, drink coffee, and off I go cleaning, feeding and entertaining the little humans and putting them back to sleep. Except I am so far from being a domestic goddess! I was not made to be a homemaker! My cooking is substandard, thanks to YouTube it’s a little more edible now. I hate cleaning. I especially hate ironing. I hate being told to do anything. It’s a crying wonder I am even married! I got really lucky with him, I know. Anyways that’s not the point. The point is, I have done little for myself and maybe you guessed it, I have lost a little me somewhere. So as I sat across from my bank account manager with my 2-page business plan (maybe 3 pages) I was put on the spot. When I say business plan, I actually mean only an outline of it. A draft of the draft. Ta-da! Impulsive personality takes a bow. I told you. Very little thought. Anyway, while she processed my application for all these things, I was left thinking, I really need to pull my finger out of my bum bum and get my sheepy sheep together.
Not sure how to keep this story short but I got approved for everything I applied for. Then it was time to source my goodies and teach myself to do my own website (why-oh-why). And that is where I am now. As a non-technical person, it may have been wiser to outsource that, but I thought my brain needed a little jog. I took it for a sprint… And as far as sourcing products go, I have had sooooo many issues. As manufacturers go, I have no buying power for the 1000+ quantity in exchange for cheaper prices. As a result, I will be making some things myself. Handmade with love. Yay!!! I would like to do a vlog soon about the hiccups and road blocks on my YouTube channel GoMummyBubby (yes, I also started a YouTube Channel recently) to highlight the mistakes I made and hopefully save you if you’re thinking to embark on a similar avenue. This journey has been a rollercoaster of sorts but it has also given me a bit of life back. Not that my children don’t do it for me, because they give me life alright. It’s that I am making spontaneous decisions again and following my gut and that alone feels fabulous. I don’t plan on getting rich as this industry is far and wide full of great competition, but I intend on getting myself back.
Have you ever felt like you’ve lost yourself somewhere?