It’s late.

It’s Sunday night. 10.57pm. I’m sitting on the steps of my office waiting for my husband to come and get me. I’ve been training all weekend. Last night I didn’t get home until after midnight as I had to edit videos. I have to be in the city at 8.30am, then I have to go straight to the airport to deliver more training.

I haven’t started packing yet.

It’s draining and exhilarating at the same time. I’m shit-scared and optimistic.

I post where I am. People need to know that micro- and small-business is hard work. There’s no Porsche’s in this end of town. But I am weary of people telling me to slow down.

Slowing down is a luxury I can’t afford right now.

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