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.