Bones: Business

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-- I want to build the bones of my business. Good God, I am chicken shit.
Seriously, at least in this area of my life.
I've never been more afraid to fail at something in my life.--

 

I recently bought a binder to house all of my recipes and notes. It was a $21, 4 inch binder. Oh dear!

I've been putting a lot of effort into building these bones. When I am able to sneak a minute (and if you're a mom to a toddler, you KNOW how easy that is. This is a joke, my friends.), I've been researching and formulating and dreaming up products and color schemes and logos. Picking fonts and oils and trying to find packaging that isn't pure crap. Sourcing ingredients and gathering tools. Taking every class I can find that will help me with my dream.

With us trying for a second child, I figure that it's now or never. Seriously. If I can get my business up and running and all of the practices and procedures figured out, once the new baby comes (when ever that happens), it will be easy for me to have Dustin or my sister help me keep the shop up. That's one of my fears, that I'll get it started and then it will tank because I'll be, you know, Mom to two. 

This has been a dream of mine since high school (remember that nasty melt-and-pour soap with the oatmeal in it, Mary? HA!) and a very serious, albeit scary, dream for the past five or so years. I am a dreamer to my core and this is one of the biggest, scariest,  most supremely EXCITING dream I've ever dreamt. I feel the pull toward this in my bones.

 

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I have the tools, folks. I don't want to half-ass this. I am the type of person who wants everything (down to the return address stamp) finished before I put my stuff out there. First impressions mean a lot and I want my products and brand to look exactly as I imagine them to. Polished and fun and honest and true. I want REAL labels and tried and true formulations.

 

I think I am going to have to meet myself in the middle on this one, though. Soft bones. Soft bones are okay. I will be delicately firm with myself on this one.  Motherhood has given me many gifts and one of them is the acknowledging that I need to be easier on myself. It's hard to be upset with myself when I've got peanut butter smeared on my shirt (gross) and child who is, for the most part, extremely happy all day long. I'm doing something right. My family comes before this dream, but this dream is next in line.  Business bones, Stephanie. Business bones.