Like many, I’ve been afraid to have think for myself, express my opinions or side with people who may secretly share the same thought process as myself. Why? Because at some point in this pandemic I realized that I am a small business owner who has to survive, and I cannot afford to turn off any potential customer or have my existing customers leave because they disagree with my opinions.
One of the biggest conundrums entrepreneurs and business leaders have with their employees is helping them focus their efforts on ‘thinking outside the box’.
Quite often, we make the same new years resolutions as we may have done the year before, simply because we didn't commit to the our goals in the way we had hoped. However, there is good news for those who don't quite make good on their New Years Resolutions as you are more likely to achieve it when it becomes a goal that is repetitive.
As I woke up on January 1, 2021, at 4.59a.m. I could feel myself breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, it is a new day, in a new year, and everything that came before that moment no longer holds me or anyone else down.
Like many, 2020 was my second least favourite year, just marginally behind the year before where I said goodbye to my dog.
During the year, I struggled. I wasn’t alone, but at times I actually was, both physically and mentally. Like many entrepreneurs, I was challenged with not only my own life, but the lives of those around me.
On January 7 this year, I opened by diary for the first time in 2020. It was a remarkable moment, one that was so full of promise. Like any entrepreneur on the rise (or at least I thought that was to be the case), I had written down the goals I had set out for the year ahead in my diary in December.
I fell apart. I wasn't on my game. I didn't react well and I felt as though being a woman was to my detriment. I doubt he would have talked over a man in the same way he talked over me. He never let me finish a sentence, nor did he care that he was in fact representing a taxpayer body.
So, when COVID hit, I thought it would pass. A few weeks of hysteria and then we would be back to normal. A small bump in the road.