Classes were full, people would refer their friends, students were raving… but was I actually successful?
IT was tax season — again. There I was, sitting at my dining room table and putting together everything I’d need to give to my accountant to file taxes. It’s never my favorite task, but I had a mint-flavored chocolate bar near me and was ready to tackle the task.
Sitting at that table at midnight, the rude truth hit me: My business was barely profitable. It wasn’t an easy fact to face, but it was staring back at me in plain black-and-white, the numbers dancing like little accusing elves across the page.
Back when I first got married, I was excited to be a wife and mother. I thought of the future in rosy terms. I knew children aren’t always easy, but I imagined a mostly well-run home with mostly well-behaved children.
Mothering was a lot more challenging than I thought it would be. Trying to improve my parenting skills, I took course after course to help me create peace and calm in my home. I read books, worked one-on-one with coaches, and implemented the suggested strategies.
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