Posts Tagged ‘self employment’

Steady growth requires solid roots.

Steady growth requires solid roots.

Mother Nature didn’t get the memo. We all know that she either didn’t hear, or didn’t care that the calendar announced Spring was here, as she casually displayed her power and dumped snow and cold upon us right through Easter.  The fact that March 21 was the date that we all awaited with visions of tulip buds, birdsong and allergy fits did not alter the path of cold fronts, high winds and wet, wet, wet, nasty  snow and slush.  Whether Mother was angry at our careless assumptions that warm weather fun was upon us or she was simply showing off did not really matter, because Spring is only a calendar season, while the weather is subject to conditions.

I can relate to this, I am a control freak. An impatient one. And I do not work according to another’s demand either. Ask my husband. He too is a control freak who can’t help but to “remind” me to do my chores. Sadly, I am also a procrastinator who tends to the squeaky wheel first. This increases David’s need to “remind” me of things. Some might call this nagging, but I prefer to see it as his subconscious need to take care of me and assist me in my short-comings. He doesn’t mean to nag, he just reminds. Right?

Unfortunately, my instinct is to avoid the task I have been “reminded” to do, obstinately feeling that I will only do it when it becomes my “idea” to do so. Much like Mother Nature snickering at the West Virginians wearing their down coats to the store…in April. I know I did, when I pictured the guys at the golf course tee-ing off to chattering teeth.

But in my business, I have realized that I have no control over the speed in which it blossoms.  I have finally relaxed into acceptance that progress will be slow, but will eventually build into my vision of success. This thing will not sprout according to my

I should pay more attention to my own advice.

I should pay more attention to my own advice.

anxious demand, but will steadily grow as it should, when it should.  Sigh.

While it is still a daily struggle to temper the desire to lunge into additional client projects with the frustration of setting up the millions of business-y details, I have at least regained some confidence. I am adjusting to the ebb and flow of work demands that make some days manic while others are relaxed, work-in-my-pj’s-all-day days. It’s hard to picture that kind of schedule as routine, but in its own way it is…for a one-woman-show PR biz it is anyway.

Why I am the toughest boss I have ever had!

No sympathy here.

No sympathy here.

It didn’t take long for the first pitfall of owning my own business to rear it’s ugly pathological head. Bacterium never pick a Friday to invade the body, as all parents already know, so naturally on the third Sunday of my blissful self-employment venture my daughter finishes victorious on her basketball team’s tournament championship debut, chows down victory dinner, showers on cloud-9, snuggles into bed dreaming of the WNBA…and immediately begins to cough. Uncontrollably. For 14 hours.

While my husband and I had discussed all the pros and cons to owning a home-based business such as strict documentation, tax breaks and tax takes, dedication, licensing, logistics, office space, equipment, and flexibility, we had NOT considered sick days. Sure, flexibility covered dentist appointments, track meets and vacations but professionalism, as it turns out, rules supreme over runny noses, body aches, upset tummies, fever, and yes, wicked-nasty coughing fits.

Contrary to popular, and my husband’s, belief, my time is not all about “playing” on the computer. Though I admit that I love getting lost for hours designing a new web page, applying branding techniques, tweeting promos and editing photos, I also have much serious time invested in research, analysis, client recruitment, relationship-building, and personally meeting with clients. I made a commitment at the beginning to be as available to my clients as reasonably possible, returning calls ASAP, replying to all communications immediately, and meeting in person whenever possible. So, the viral villain that attacked my daughter on Sunday, also invaded my own chest on Monday, the day that I had scheduled three meetings with potential clients and a financial advisor-friend.

Priorities, priorities...

Priorities, priorities…

This is when I decided my boss is a bitch. There is no one to cover for me. No one to stay up late to post at the most opportune times the promotions that my company and my clients’ pay me to do. No one to do the research and develop surveys that mean life or death to the success of my next proposal, regardless of the life or death fever and chills that caused me shiver endlessly and to mis-hit keys repeatedly. Okay, so it wasn’t that morbid, but the decision to work through my pain and concern over my daughter did cause me to realize how dedicated I am to making this company work. And it made me just a little homesick for the guilt-ridden call-off and early morning grouching from stressed-out supervisors.

Two days and endless nights later, we are recovering. While I am still excited about upcoming projects, I am now more leery of my boss, who has shown she can be as hard-headed about attendance as she is about perfection.

If only she slept this peacefully during the week. A sick child can throw off the best-laid plans...

If only she slept this peacefully during the week. A sick child can throw off the best-laid plans…