I used to be obsessed with making new years’ resolutions. I’d vow to eat healthier, exercise more, swear less. They were pretty arbitrary pledges and more often than not, I’d completely forgotten what they were once the second week of January hit, which means it was a pretty pointless endeavour.
Once I started in the working world, my new years’ resolutions became “goals” for the year. A fancier term, but essentially the same result. Again, they were crazy promises that were too whimsical, too unfocused, and quite frankly, too hard to keep.
Since then, through my own experiences, doing some study, reading books, and following successful business people around the world, I’ve learnt about the art of setting goals that inspire you, motivate you, and drive you to smash them out of the park.
Putting down roots in a new town is massive. If you’ve done it before, you’ll know what I mean. It’s such a crazy scary thing.
And starting a small business in a small town is crazy scary too. There are just so many unknowns that you really feel like you’re taking a gamble.
Before I made the move here to Otorohanga I spent a fair few sleepless nights wondering what I would be getting myself into.
I wondered if the district was somewhere you could start a business, and make it a success.
I wondered if it’d be a nice place to raise a family.
I wondered if I’d make friends.
I wondered if there was passion. Energy. A sense of community.
I wondered if it was a town living or dying.
Last Friday night, I got in the arena, in front of 110 people.
Nicki and I had worked hard over many months to take Empowering Women from a crazy idea to an actual event and on the night, I knew it was my job to pull it off. Nicki had done the mahi behind the scenes, and now it was up to me to make it a stellar night.
I was MC, arguably the toughest gig at any event, because really your job is never done. You can’t just say your piece and then enjoy a vino. You have to show up over and over again, throughout the whole night.
And public speaking is one of my biggest fears.
A couple of months ago I had the opportunity to meet with other female business owners as part of a newly forming networking group in Hamilton.
Roadworks meant it took longer to get there than I had anticipated and I battled finding a park in the big smoke, but I made it.
And I had a nice time. The Tank salad was delicious. My boy Otis charmed everyone, and I scored extra brownie points because I happened to be wearing a dress made by Hayley Addison from Addison Clothing who was there too. No better way to show your support of small NZ business than by sporting their wears!
During the catch up, we went around the table and each of the 25 ladies introduced themselves and their business. They rattled off their achievements, future business goals and strategic plans, and all had an impressive resume – it was a group of self-starters who’d forged their way in a predominately male business world.
Almost as an after-thought, they mentioned the fact that they were a mum.
I started eight73 consulting in 2013. It was a month before I became a wife, and 15 months before I became a mum. For that first year, my business was my baby. It was pretty all-consuming, physically and mentally, and the responsibility I felt to keep the business alive was at times intense.
I was torn between spending time developing the business through approaching new potential clients, while also investing in nurturing the partnerships I’d already secured, and of course delivering to the work I had on. There were never enough hours in the day and I constantly felt like I was chasing my tail.
And then, in May 2014, just as my business was really starting to hit its straps with consistent work from strong partnerships I’d developed, and a steady pipeline of referrals, I had a baby, a real baby. A real life human being who’s sole survival depended on me. I had to think and act for Archie all day and all night, on top of running a business.
Our story really starts 6 years ago, in 2012. Back then I was living the life in Melbourne. I worked hard, played hard, and studied hard. That (fateful) year, I was also a bridesmaid at a uni friend’s wedding in Auckland. Read More »