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This blog is a personal record of the life of a chronically ill (chronically awesome), disabled, dyslexic, doctoral student and entrepreneur.

I share the beautiful moments, and the hard ones. It's unfiltered, and extremely uncensored.

Enjoy!

The Perils Of Taking A Holiday

The Perils Of Taking A Holiday

So, there's a theory that, when you're self employed, you can just take time off and go on holiday whenever you please. This misconception is addressed in THIS blog entry. But the fact is, while I cannot break away from the never-ending onslaught of work very often, I do have a little bit of flexibility about the scheduling.

My dear friends got married a week or so ago. The wedding was supposed to be in November, which we had planned for. But due to unpreventable and unforeseen circumstances, it got bumped back to the last weekend in July. I found out about this 3 weeks prior. And thankfully was able to juggle everything to make it not only to their joyous celebration, but also squeezed in 5 days of holiday, and making it to my grandmother's memorial service.

Because I was clever and hired the worlds most amazing assistant, I was able to pretty much leave all 3 of my businesses unattended (by me) for 10 days, and didn't have to worry about it too much. I rested, I climbed mountains, I ate delicious food and drank absurdly indulgent drinks. I caught up with old friends, made new ones, saw family I hadn't seen in years, and most nights I actually got more than 6 hours of sleep. I had drinks on top of a skyscraper while watching the sun set over the mountains, toured one of my favourite author's childhood homes, ate dessert for breakfast, spent whole days in the woods, and played board games well into the evening. It was glorious, and I wouldn't change a thing.

But, when I returned, not only was my body super angry at me and has proceeded to basically shut down entirely, but I re-discovered an interesting thing. That is, let's say that in any given week I have 10 things to do (ha, I wish! But it makes the math easy). Okay. So while I was gone, 10 things would have needed to have been accomplished. Therefore it's reasonable to assume that upon my return, 10 items, plus maybe 1 or 2 more, would be waiting for me, right? Wrong. When you go on holiday, work grows exponentially! It breeds, like bored bunny rabbits. What was 10 items is now 100 items! And regardless of how well you plan, every single one of them is either over due, or due on your first day back.

I'm still playing catch-up. I have gotten the most pressing items done - like filled the wholesale and retail orders placed during my absence, sorted and responded to, and/or deleted over 1,100 emails, returned voice mails, made sure the staff's paychecks were all received and cleared, etc.

I still have a list of, literally, over 100 items that need to be completed this month (the sooner the better - also, the month is almost half over... where the hell did August go? And while we're discussing it, wasn't it April last week?). I'm also WAY behind on my homework. But it's okay. As long as I can keep my body from quitting on me, I can do it. I have an incredible, supportive partner, the most badass assistant and social media strategist who, between the 2 of them, keep at least the online portions of my businesses going, and am blessed to be surrounded by fairly understanding and helpful friends and clients.

All that bitching and moaning aside, holiday was wonderful and much-needed. But self-employment certainly isn't for the faint of heart... and that even extends to trying to take a holiday! (but I wouldn't change a thing...)


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