I've been looking at other people's blogs and I stopped on a blog of a woman that bakes cakes with her husband in Las Vegas. I was so drawn into her blog and pictures, 30 minutes went by before I realized I'd been looking reading and reading and reading . . .
She's cool. A cool mom, a cool wife, a small business owner that's actually making it, she's got cute hair, tattoos . . .
I realized I was doing it again. Comparing myself to them. To those out there that survive, that make it, that rise to the top. Over the years I've been a lot of things and none of them were a success. There wasn't really anything I could take a picture of and say:
"Look what I did today!"
That kind of bothers me. I'm not jealous, just bothered. Bothered by the knowledge that I know how to do a lot of things ok, I know how to do some things pretty good and there a few things I can actually do and put a small price tag on, but is there anything that I do that I can wrap a business around and two years into be asking myself if I'm ready to take it to the next level? If I'm ready to have "help"?
Nope.
Just as I struggled when I first started this blog. I got nothin'. I can take a picture of a pan of brownies or a pot of steaming rice or an organized cabinet, but I really would like something I can hang a price tag on and call my own. I'm searching for a niche. A spot. A corner of the world that I can call mine and charge you for entering it.
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