"TAKE A NUMBER, WILL YA!!!"
I scream this, out loud, to myself - directing my angst at the many hundreds of thoughts hurtling though my head. Or, maybe it's the many thousands -they move so quickly it's hard to count.
Ideas launch like fireworks in my brain, where they sparkle and glow, seeming infinitely possible. Then the embers descend back toward reality. They cool and fade, quietly tucking themselves in to what could have been.
I'm not an entrepreneur by nature. Not even by design, if I'm to be honest. I think I WANT to be one out of necessity, because the thought of a 'real job' is terrifying.
If I were to truly dig deep, I'd find that the root to potential career happiness will be in creating something. Or, rather...creating something that provides a service, of sorts, that makes people happy.
My ideas aren't original, they've been done (and perhaps over done), but they stick with me because I like the romantic notion of earning a living through creativity.
The problem with my own business is (besides not being particularly creative):
1) I'm easily overwhelmed by the logistics & research of starting a business.
2) Dismal follow through skills
3) Having a viable (a.k.a. NOT whimsical) idea.
I like thinking up things, submerging myself in the possibilities - the offerings if you will - while ignoring the nuts and bolts of what it takes to make a business work - as in, the actual W.O.R.K. part of it.
I tried selling home products through Southern Living. I was actually pretty good at the party thing and talking about the products, but decorating? Nope. And, I had a hard time really getting into it because I finally just saw the items as more clutter - more things to dust and store! My business didn't last long.
I found a recipe for making homemade vanilla, complete with ideas to package it as nifty little gifts. My mind leapfrogged to wondering how I could make enough to sell at a farmers market, undercutting the "gourmet" versions sold in traditional markets. I see you laughing...I know, right?
Last week while in the shower, where ALL my ideas hit, I came up with The Cuppa Mobile (more laughing...just you wait until you hear the rest). In my area, as is true of many large cities, gourmet food trucks are becoming all the rage. My idea was for a small van/truck that sells cups of stuff...like coffee, tea, cocoa, soup, oatmeal...whatever comes in a cup....all homemade and delicious (on most days). This is where you start comparing me to the professor who invents Flubber.
And now, I fantasize about creating food-stuff gifts. Things like homemade hot cocoa mixes, with hand crafted marshmallows (because I had oh so much luck with the first batch I made - major NOT). Basically, creating a business that services the local community where a client calls/texts/emails to request a gift be delivered to someone. Maybe even supply employee appreciation gifts at larger companies, this being Silicon Valley and all. Or...oh!!!...creating a new home-made gift-of-the-month. One month vanilla, then vanilla sugar, hot cocoa, chai mix...see? Great idea, but feasible...not so much. The allure wears off quickly.
And, finally...a Girl Friday. I've thought about something like this for years, but a friend of mine has actually gone and done it. I'm thrilled for her, she is awesome and I wish her much success. She has that get up & go mentality and went for it. Me...not so much.
Again, it's all in the planning and figuring out the details, but the actual process of getting it off the ground is where I falter.
I guess, upon reading and editing the above, I am closer related to the daft inventor than an entrepreneur. Although, that isn't even true because I really didn't 'create' any of these ideas...they are borrowed from ideas others have created and actually done.
Being a stay-at-home mom has been great. I cannot even begin to express how fortunate I am to have been able to do it the last 13 years. But now my kids are older and I'm stuck. I cannot go back into an office, I'm sure it will kill me D.E.D.dead within hours of setting foot inside a cubicle...probably even minutes. But I'm ready to earn money. I'm ready to contribute to anything that will allow my family to travel and not put things off because we can't afford it.
Perhaps I should go take a shower and see if I can come up with some new ideas.
What about you?
Are you doing what you want to do?
Or, are you existing through what you have to do?
If you could create an ideal business, what would it be?
(Disclaimer: there is a chance I'll borrow that idea, just so you know.
But, if you've read this post closely you'll know that little will get done with it).