Back At It

I’ve dusted off the old keyboard (literally, this thing is ten years old) and I’m back to writing. I say this every time but I hope to keep up with it. When I originally started this blog it was mostly to share my postpartum mental health journey. And to share the realities of parenting. I still plan on doing that but I also want to share my journey of starting a business. Okay, two businesses.

As you know I have my little furniture restoration business that is kicking butt. At least as much butt as I want it to kick. In the meantime, I decided to start a second business. I know that sounds completely crazy but fitting considering I am a little crazy. This business journey also looks completely different. It’s not a hobby turned business. And it requires a completely different level of skills.

Betsy was not thrilled when I pitched the idea to her. Don’t get me wrong, she liked the idea just not the idea of another business. But I was set on it. After lots of nights spent awake perseverating on my idea I jumped in and created a little business called Paw Flags. However, I didn’t realize how hard it actually is starting a business. “Overnight success” isn’t exactly overnight. It’s countless hours researching, creating, (trying) to sell, filing out endless forms, and hoping it takes off. It’s being told “no” over and over again. And wondering if your idea is actually a good idea.

But here’s what I’ve learned in the process. There are not nearly enough female entrepreneurs out there. I happened to be at a conference for entrepreneurs and the ratio of male to female was roughly 1/6. My brother was also recently at a conference for MBAs, the ratio there was 1/10. Which I find not surprising, but ridiculous. I’m determined to have a successful business (or two.) Not just for me, but because I want my daughter to see that she really can do anything.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop writing about mental health or the reality of parenting. I’m just also going to add in more posts about the journey of starting a business. The work and beauty and challenge behind it. And how you can have no idea what you’re doing but still go for it.

My goal was to have a Ph.D by the age of 30. I turn 32 in a few weeks and I sure don’t have a Ph.D. (I’ll write much more on this.) I didn’t even change out of my sweats today. But I’m realizing I don’t think I’m supposed to have a Ph.D. I’m way more interested in owning my own business and teaching other women they can do the same. Granted, this is way down the line. First, I need to figure out what the hell I’m doing.