As a young entrepreneur (young in experience, not in age – just
in case you were wondering) - following my passion and working long hours
seemed par for the course. Cosy cakes and fresh breads were my passion. I loved
eating them. That was the road, well, an alleyway really, that lead me to
baking them. A few years of being a successful home baker made me turn my
sights into a more established professional outlet.
My oh my! The excitement and the anxiety, the growth, and
the maturity – it truly was a roller coaster ride. Wondering where the next
order was going to come from, wondering how to manage wages, and wondering how
the breads will raise was all part of my 4 am anxiety overload. And yes, I started this venture a few months
before CoVid.
The accounts, this was my trouble. It was like visiting my
psychiatrist. Digging through uncomfortable things. Dealing with things that
you would rather evade. And after ignoring it for too long, you find out that
you have only let it fester over.
The proverbial child under the blanket. Since I can’t see
you, you better not be able to see me. It suddenly made perfect sense to me. If
I can’t see the problem, the problem most certainly can’t see me. The ostrich
with its head under the sand was my new life guru.
With the bank account dwindling, I had to pull my head out
of the sand and rip the blanket from over my head. It felt more painful than a Band-Aid
stuck over a pus-filled wound. Ouch Indeed....
Then the light. A bright clear light that showed you everything.
Knowledge and clarity and information. Everything at my fingertips. I felt like
the good God herself.
As a control freak who likes to go with the flow, I buckled down
and got my accounts together. Insights - unbelievable, information – strong,
conscious comprehension. And…….. I taught one of my employees to do most of the
accounting. If only I can get him to see
my therapist too…….
Post Script: After almost 3 years, I am back to being a home
baker with no regrets and with no idea as to what the future will be like. And I
am okay with it.
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