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So, what do you do when your husband of 32 Glorious Years, (wink, wink) shows up from his hair appointment with the news that his favorite salon will be closing its doors if someone doesn’t step up and take over? Well, if you’re me, you jump in with both feet with the can-do attitude of a well-seasoned mom, wife, and overall ‘yes’ person.
No matter what the task presented may entail, I have a tendency to acquiesce, consequences be damned. Mind you the original plan was for me to just hang out as much or as little as I chose, bring in more customers to the 9 year old establishment, make it my new hobby, if you will.
Ahem. Have you heard the term, ‘people plan, God laughs’? If not, let me tell you something…He is chuckling up a storm right now! Am I complaining? Not really, just sharing an experience that has taught me that comfort zones are not a given, and can be stripped away quickly and infinitely at the drop of a hat.
I have never aspired to be an entrepreneur. That was always my husband’s forte. I was the support staff in all of his endeavors throughout the years in whatever capacity was required. Happily and dutifully at the ready I was, to devote as many hours as it took to accomplish whatever task was handed to me. I liked it that way. Everything was neat, orderly, spelled out clearly, just the way we Virgos like it. He opened a jewelry store, I sold jewelry. Check. He opened a car dealership and needed a Human Resources Director. Check. Motherhood prepares you for so much more than any career could ever do, thank goodness, so when my part-time hobby turned into a 5 day a week, 10 hour a day, open to close, manager, receptionist, marketing director, inventory control, bookkeeper, payroll, endeavor; I bit the bullet and dove in.
With the terminology, dove in; I may give the impression that it was all smooth sailing, and that I am an angel. But since my husband may actually, someday, read this…let me clarify that I stayed afloat by kicking and thrashing just a bit. Being that Husband is very intelligent, he jumped in just in time to help alleviate a bit of the stress with his inventory expertise and endless calls for this and that. I appreciated it so much so that I nixed the idea of duct taping a pillow to his face.
Fast forward just a bit and I have to say, I really am enjoying the challenges of ownership in the midst of an economy that has seen better days. Great thanks in part to the fabulous staff I inherited and have since added to, in addition to meeting entrepreneurial women that are so very supportive and at the ready to help grow my business. Last but not least, my children’s sense of pride in watching me accept and embrace the challenge is more than a little bit heartwarming for this Mom, and encourages me ever more to succeed in turning this salon into the gem it was always meant to be.
By the way, who does your hair?!
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