SMALL BUSINESS OWNERS WHO REFER TO THEMSELVES AS BEING IN A PRISON, BUT WITH OPEN DOORS...
(WHEN MERE SURVIVAL IS NO LONGER ENOUGH)
I survived the death of my mom.
As a practicing Buddhist at the time, the teachings of impermanence and non-attachment were impossible to hear.
I know that too many of you reading or sharing this, know well where that pain resides and how hard it is simply to breathe. How surreal it is that the world just carries on when someone you love, dies. All things bright and beautiful?
And the dreaded pink ribbon goes to ....
At around the time that I was diagnosed with cancer, I was advised by my Medical Insurance Company in South Africa, that my condition was pre-diagnosed and I was therefore not covered by Insurance. You tell anybody that knows anything about African countries that their fate lies in the hands of a state-owned Hospital and watch their eyes glaze over.
In fact, I cried harder about that than the diagnosis. I didn't think that I would actually shuffle off this mortal coil from this illness but I was pretty sure that the chemo would give it a good go. If the chemo didn't get me, then the dodgy Hospital would definitely be my demise. Despite their combined best efforts, here I am today.
I fought like a girl and I survived.
I survived 25 years of self-employment
I have heard small business owners refer to themselves as being in prison - with open doors. The longer I think about that - the deeper that sinks in. What felt like Freedom, became increasingly replaced by a gnawing sense of entrapment.
I considered the fact that I had survived being a sole proprietor for so many years a huge achievement. I have owned/managed my FOOD FANATIX portfolio of Hospitality based businesses for the last 25 years. This is an Industry that demands passion & inexhaustible energy. Taking your foot off the gas for a second is not an option. As I get older, and staircases seem longer, I have begun to clearly see that I needed to find a smarter and not a harder way to do business.
BUT SURVIVAL IS NO LONGER ENOUGH.
* Surviving the death of my mother wasn't enough unless I could find a way to stand up and do what it takes to carry on and give back to others. I know grief and can stand with you - in yours and hold that space with grace.
* Surviving cancer was not enough. What mattered more was ultimately the choices I made around how I continue to live my life going forward.
* Surviving as a sole proprietor is no longer enough. I need to thrive. I need to reduce my stress levels and I need Financial Freedom. And I needed it yesterday.
IT IS TIME TO THRIVE