I’m not sure if I should refer to myself as an “emerging” or a “recovering” entrepreneur.
Certainly, when I was an independent contractor, first as a health/life insurance agent, then as a customer service representative, I made money. That was the closest I came to my entrepreneurial dreams of working for myself, making money, setting my own schedule and enjoying my quality of life.
But the purely entrepreneurial ambitions of being my own boss was more of an exercise in “spending $3 to make 2.”
Just as I prepared to give selling CBD another go, the Devil rubbed his greasy palms together rapidly to set a fire to my plans.
As soon as I formulated a creative action plan that energized me, I spent a week hammering out the technical issues of a mobile app to access my virtual warehouse. Before I resolved the tech issues, I received two notifications. Both credit cards that I’d listed on Amazon had been hacked.
Although I agree with the practice of cancelling compromised cards and receiving new ones, I put my ambitions on the back burner as I waited for the replacements. From here on out, only one card will be listed on Amazon.
That bullshit delayed stocking my virtual warehouse. Once I gained access to the platform, I learned that the latest iteration of the virtual warehouse, which I’d purchased, wasn’t available yet. Not only that, but the deadline for its availability kept being pushed back. That bad news could have taken the wind out of my sails except I knew that patience now would reap rewards later.
Control the controllables. I learned that mantra when I was an insurance agent. I wouldn’t live out the fantasy of dressing up as Santa’s little helper and passing out the free samples of CBD product to my fellow exercise students. I still dressed up as Santa’s helper for a dance class and have a good time.
I watched a 2-week old recording of the CBD company’s weekly meeting. In the beginning of the zoom call, they always recognized the top 10 enrollers, followed by the top 10 retailers. And there it was at number five: my name and present location. I paused the recording and raced upstairs with my laptop. I asked my parents to look at number five. “Do you see it? Do you see my name?” They congratulated me.
Never did I expect to see my name. I normally have sarcastic things to say about such recognitions, but undeniably, seeing my name on the list energized me just when I needed it. Devil be damned.
At this point, it’s a race to see what will be available first: my replacement credit card or my virtual warehouse. Eventually, I’ll need both to put my plan in action.