I’m always looking for ways to help my children and some of my ideas reflect my hippie past. I have recently been trying to get my youngest son engaged in meditation. He is a perfectionist and sets very high standards for himself. You may say to yourself, “What a great kid! Why worry?” Well, because he sets such high standards, he often won’t ask for help when he needs it. He feels if he can’t learn based on the classroom structure, then it’s his fault and he should just take what grade he gets. This means that quite often, when he is struggling with a subject, he suffers anxiety attacks. Hence mom’s advice of trying meditation.
Now, I’ve been waiting all afternoon to tell you this story. It’s a true story on love and I’m so excited about what’s been happening in our lives lately. Yes, I’m including my loving and understanding husband and our little daughter in this inspirational story on how entrepreneurs at home, or not, take good care of themselves. You know, once upon a time, we both had our fill with workplace socializing but enough is enough.
Even with the most stringent discipline in place, it’s not always easy for the workplace supervisor to separate the wheat from the chaff. Also, it’s not always easy for employees to focus on their work when they are surrounded by colleagues they either love or hate. I was quite glad to settle in to my new work from home environment, but let me just tell you as a warning. It can get quite lonely over here sometimes.
I spend most of my working time working from my desk. But not caterers. In the successful catering business, the entrepreneur is going to be surrounded with people she both loves and hates, but mostly that she loves, I would hope. Invariably, she’s going to have helpers in her kitchen. She’s going to be doing a great deal of shopping, visiting her regular meat suppliers and confectioners and fruit and vegetable suppliers, hopefully all organic.
They are all happy to see her and can’t stop thanking her enough for her business. If she is anything like me, then the main reason that she keeps on going back to these regular suppliers is that the quality that they are delivering to her at any one time is premium. Let’s put things to you another way. My desktop work is quite a lonely one by comparison. When anything significant happens on the PC, it’s like talking to a bot.
I’d much rather have a dear little puppy to chat to. So imagine my surprise when in walked Sally with my husband and daughter. Sally is a cross-bred little canine orphan that my husband picked up from the animal welfare center and boy, was she glad to be home free at last. She’s no longer a puppy but she’s still young and artful enough to be taught a few tricks on matters related to discipline and effective communicating with her new miss.
So, by the time my husband has left for work in the morning with our girl, first to drop her off at school, then to head off to work, I would normally have the house to myself. Not anymore. By nature and habit, I am an earlier riser than most human beings, except those who have to prep for the early morning radio shows. Sometimes I miss driving into town when it is still so dark and going for my early morning workout before starting with work proper.
My early morning walkout is with Sally. I need to take a break from my desk every few hours, so this little darling is being spoiled with not one, but three walks. She’s been blessed, I tell you, after being abandoned at the welfare center. Why anyone would want to give her up, I have no idea. I mean, look at her, she’s so cute. Well, she sees enough of me as it is. While I’m typing away furiously at my desktop, she just sits there quietly watching me.
Training this little dude has been a lot easier than we thought. But my husband was thinking of me, knowing full well that I needed some company while sitting at home working all by myself.
I have a cute little terrier mix dog that I adopted. I have since turned into one of those crazy dog ladies who puts clothes on her dog. The funny thing is that my dog has her own sense of fashion. There are certain things she does and does not like. For instance, if it has a bow on it, it will soon be shredded.
Gel manicures are the bomb. It is well worth paying a little extra to get a manicure that lasts twice as long and stays bright and shiny the whole time. The only drawback is if you don’t know the tricks of the trade, you must always go to the nail salon. Gel polish is the dickens to remove. So, if you are like me, always trying to be thrifty, and want to save a little money and do the manicure yourself, here is how to do it and UNDO it right. Just make sure you have a UV or LED nail lamp to cure the gel polish with!
My husband and I once had an interesting debate when we were just getting to know one another. By the time we were happily married for a few years and had our little girl all happily packed off to junior school, we returned to this debate once more. At that time, my husband was well on his way towards starting up his own business at home. Today, he runs his own studio downtown. I was still enjoying my false sense of security that comes from working for a big firm for a great number of years.
While I was sitting cozily behind my desk all those years, my husband was building his first website. He made time to build one for me as well, but unfortunately, I did not have time, heart or desire to spend promoting myself this way. I have since learned that it is necessary to have a rigorous and well-organized program in place whereby you utilize the best online marketing skills being taught to work from home internet-based girls like me.
I am a modest designer of sorts. I purposely down-scaled my work schedules so that I need not wear myself out any longer. This was how it used to be at the agency where I used to work. There were always last-minute deadlines, overtime work, many times over weekends where I would miss my husband and child terribly. I have the advantage that our household is benefiting from two, freelance income streams.
While my husband remains the main breadwinner at this stage, I can focus more on creating more quality in my work as a graphic designer. This has pleasingly led to a few, high-paying projects where I get to spend more time on creating commercial works of art than is usually allowed on average. One of our dearest ex-colleague is now catering for a living. She always loved to cook and after her divorce and spell in rehab, she gave up her job as well, she turned all her attention to making a fulltime living from the catering business.
Before I forget, I need to return to that interesting debate we had on more than one occasion. I argued that we should keep our personal and business lives separate. I must admit that I am rather reserved and value my privacy. But my husband had a different view of this. He wanted his clients to know the personal him. After all, he wanted clients to know and appreciate how artists think and what they endure, even at the best of times.
I’m not a show-boater and neither is my husband. Quite frankly, I hate to be telling my husband that I told you so. His personal touch doesn’t seem to have worked the way he wanted. He hasn’t managed to attract the niche business he has been after for many moons. But he’s a patient man. If I’m not mistaken, he’s already tweaking his next set of moves on his PC. His workstation at home is directly adjacent to mine.
We love spending time together and it can be heartbreaking when we are forced to spend many hours apart from each other due to client and work commitments. Oh, alright, Jon, I’m heart-felt in asking you to forgive me for my abrasiveness in the warm approach you wanted to take with your business. When I think a little longer about this, I think he really is on to something. Let me round this post off by expanding on this theorem.
It is all about improving the quality of one’s life. I already made inroads to doing just that myself. I work shorter hours than I ever did at the agency. The very small basket of clients I am dealing with are an absolute pleasure to service. While they are knowledgeable and discerning in their views, they have the utmost patience when they hear the proverbial words of the erratic and sometimes eccentric artist begging; please give me more time.
And invariably, because they enjoy the work that I deliver, not always happy to do it, they give me more time to work on their projects, even paying me in advance for it.