On With It

One of the best parts of being a woman is being able to get my nails done. I love it. It feels really feminine to have them put all those chemicals to cover the chew bitten stumps that are there. It makes me want to wear high heels and skirts, not that I do.

The thought of being in a home based business keeps coming up because in this economy, it's a crap shoot to even find a job let alone to be paid fairly for an extensive skillset and years of experience. Ideas keep popping up and after a lot of research and tons of talking about it, something stops it from moving forward.

Me.

I admit the stumbling blocks are legitimate ones, like not knowing anything about insurance and state requirements and bookkeeping. So I signed up at the community college to take classes on how to write a business plan and how to keep books and get started. Next it was more logistical, like where in the house could the office be located and how would that work?

Before long it became clear that just about the time each issue was close to resolution, something else took its place. Makes one wonder if daydreams are really meant to stay there, in our heads and never put on paper and seriously considered. To do something bold may need a shot of Espresso and a little backbone.

The ladies in my nail shop are sisters and the owners. The girls jumped in despite the risks and competition on every corner. They work hard at it, to make a living and a life, and are moderately successful. Successful enough that one sister solely supports her family and we have watched her daughters grow up before our eyes. Successful enough to watch the other sister get married, and pregnant and now have a little son that we can watch.

Being scared isn't a reason not to try, but rather a reason to plan extra well and work extra hard and research the logistics of where and when and how. It's a warning gauge to be prudent and thorough. Life is out there waiting to react. Maybe for me.