No uterus, no opinion.
It's been 6 months since I've written, partly due to time issues, mostly due to content issues. I don't want to become the girl who feels the need to rant every time she opens her laptop nor do I think myself as a co-dependent Carrie Bradshaw type (So I got to thinking... eyeroll) so this is a rambling of sorts. Of business, of me, of women.
Fresh Baby is one year old this month. A whole year of my fourth baby! Have I loved it? Mostly. Have I come 'this close' to giving it all up? Yep. Have I made any money? Not on your nelly. But will I crack on? Of course I will. Technology has always been a bit of a weakness of mine and it was recently pointed out to me that maintaining a blog page is quite important when it comes to being found and trusted online. Apparently if a small business is going to fail it will do so within the first 2 years. I'm half-way through and as clueless and as anxious as ever.
This is my career now and it's so much more than pretty posts on insta & facey. It's feeling sick when you go a week without making a sale and feeling so small next to similar businesses who don't need to offer up discounts because they've got the lion's share of the market. It’s also having faith in your products and passion, the euphoria of a sale notification on your phone and about the route that you chose. I could still be kidding myself, but I've got another year to figure that out. Today is International Women's Day and it's taken me 36 years to realise that I think I have the strength to do this.
I won’t give you business advice as this is all new to me too but I'm more than happy to pass on some of my life musings and lessons. Feel free to read this in a Scouse accent...
* Don't have kids if you don't want to. Your auntie reckons you'll change your mind when you meet the right person (usually a man) but no. Tell her no and tell her why.
* Don't discuss your weight in front of your daughter.
* Shower with the bathroom door locked. I'm sick to death of small people having a poo when I'm trying to shave my legs.
* Support each other. Not just the whole ‘adjust each other’s crowns/be kind’ stuff. I know far to many people who posted #bekind who are absolutely far from it. Now more than ever make it really count.
* Make and keep good friends. There is absolutely no reason what-so-ever that you should remain part of a toxic friendship. You know you wouldn't take that from a man so why take it from a woman? Swerve her. She doesn't deserve you.
* Invest is comfortable menstruation products.
* Make time for the arts. See a play or exhibition. Take another girl with you. Share the experience and then talk about how delightful and grown-up and cultured you feel on the way home.
* Read to your daughters. They don't all want to be a princess so inspire them.
* Teach kindness.
* Check your breasts.
* Breastfeed in public.
* Bottle feed in public.
* Don't let small white men in large offices make decisions for you. You deserve that promotion, pay rise & training. You deserve the choice to have a child in the midst of your career and be paid fairly and equally for being you. You deserve to know what's going on with your own body and health. If their ideas are bad ones, tell them. This also applies to certain fools who don't know how many kids they've got and his Victorian pencil mate who doesn't believe in a woman's right to access a certain procedure safely.
* Don't drink weak coffee.
* Practice solidarity.
* You're allowed to put yourself first. It's not selfish, it's self-preservation.
* Know that you are loved. You're beautiful and vulnerable and I'm so proud of you.
* Go and get your smear test.
Happy International Women's Day. Slay it for me, Queen.