Short week. Packed with action. And even more questions.
Quotes are picking up. I even got back on the glass or, in this case, the light fixtures, to help my tech fit in a job before Rosh Hashanah.
It felt fitting. The Jewish New Year asks us to look back and ahead to decide what we want next year to look and feel like.
It has been almost two years since I took a bet on myself. The plan was to build the business, bring in support, and make room for other opportunities. I thought we would be profitable by now.
Let’s be real, we’re not there.
How long can I keep putting money in without seeing a return? Do I keep pushing or throw in the towel? Am I quitting before the breakthrough? Did I do enough? Am I a failure? What comes next?
Think and Grow Rich talks about people quitting three feet from gold. That thought haunts me. But looking at the numbers, it feels more like three miles from gold, and I’m still paying for the shovel.
I knew joining a young franchise was a risk. I did not know how expensive some lessons would be. A promising call with a new marketing agency gave me hope that the franchisor is listening.
I had a question for LinkedIn but was advised not to ask it yet. Let’s be real, when has that stopped me? So I’m asking:
Why do so many new franchisees get into franchise consulting soon after launching their own franchise?
Meanwhile, I hosted Rosh Hashanah dinner for 15 people. Last week, I went to four supermarkets in one day. Plot twist: I needed a fifth the next day. Made too much food, that’s how I roll.
While preparing dinner, a customer called. He was concerned because only 1 tech was there and the job required roof access. So I left the holiday prep and went to help.
We had to remove hurricane shutters to reach the windows. As I climbed down the ladder, the 80-year-old client asked, “What are you doing, an ad for Playboy?”
Not what I expected. Probably not as funny if it came from a younger man, but in the moment, it was hilarious.
When he said they had no holiday plans, I invited them to dinner. He said to text the address if I was serious. I did. They didn’t come, but the offer was real.
Then there were the taxes. I thought everything was squared away. I pay a nice fee for my bookkeeper to keep things in line, yet a disagreement with my accountant led to finger-pointing and little communication. I had to step in, bridge the gap, and move everyone toward the same goal. Luckily, we got it done in time.
Between work, kids, holiday prep, and trip prep, I barely had time to get excited about Paris and C’line Dion, a promise to live fully. I’m hoping the time away brings clarity and maybe stops the eye twitch that is clearly telling me something.
I’m exploring other opportunities, so if you have an idea for me, I’m all ears. Until then, I’m finding the little joys amid the big questions.
Wishing everyone a healthy New Year filled with love, joy, and abundance.