I’m coming out of the closet

Girls Can't WHAT? Soapbox DesignI have a really juicy confession.

If you are a regular here, you may have noticed I’ve not posted a whole lot of anything here lately other than a couple of new designs.  It wasn’t intentional, I just had nothing to say.  I don’t subscribe to the blogging theory of posting on a schedule.  I don’t blog just because it”s the hip thing to do,  I write because I have something I want to say.

So I’ve been quiet for a while.

And now I have something to say.

A big something.

Bear with me while I set this up.  I promise it will be worth the read…

And really, I could care less if you read this post.  I think it’s more of me talking to myself, but I’m offering you a glimpse into my head right now.  Please don’t abuse the privilege.  ;)

The last few weeks have been insanely busy for me on multiple levels.  My kids are in different sports, I’ve taken on twice the client load I normally carry, the demand for Girls Can’t WHAT? designs has significantly increased and my band is on the verge of releasing our debut album.  Sounds good, right?

Here’s the kicker.  For the last 3 years I’ve had some random, but seemingly related health issues.  I won’t bore you with the details, but essentially it boils down to a food intolerance.  At least that’s the current theory.  The exact food/substance is still a mystery so my life over the last several months is a blur of different diets, food trials and allergy testing to nail down the source of my ailments.

So top off my already jam packed schedule with changes to my eating habits, meal plans, shopping locations and places I can safely eat out mixed in with about a jillion doctor appointments per week and then you start to see why I feel a little crunched for time.  But that’s not my problem.  I can deal with the time shortage.  I’m well-versed in that area of organization.

So here’s the deal…

You know how they say a watched pot never boils? Well I’ve been feeling like that tiny little bubble on the bottom of the pot. The heat is slowly rising and the pressure is building, but I just sit there.  I can’t move to the surface and start boiling because I’m being watched.  No – not in a paranoid sense of “being watched” but like everyone is just watching to see when I’m going to burst onto the scene and bubble over.

So back track to my food issues for a second.  The one thing I would really like to know right at this moment is what food(s) I should be avoiding.  Everything is a crapshoot and I feel like I’m constantly playing guessing games with every meal.  Allergy and blood tests reveal absolutely nothing (or at least inconclusive results) and I’m left with a few “suspect” foods.  The only way to truly find out what I can and cannot tolerate is to do strict food elimination diets.  Sounds simple enough, right?

It is simple, but yet I fail every time.  And you know why I suck at it?  It’s not that I don’t have the patience and discipline to make the meal plans and stick with them.  It’s that I’m afraid of finding out the real culprit.  I’m afraid that once I do find out what I’m allergic to, I’ll have to give up my favorite foods forever.  And life without Oreos or pizza sounds miserable!

So every time I start a new meal plan, I start looking for ways to cheat.  Not a binge session at Dairy Queen or hitting the buffet line and saying to heck with it.  It’s small things.  Little sabotages along the way that totally skew my data so I can never really nail down the offending foods. Cheating allows me to falsely reassure myself that eating my favorite treat is not really a problem.

So what IS my confession here?  What’s the REAL problem?

I have a fear of success.  Yup, that’s it.

F-E-A-R  O-F  S-U-C-C-E-S-S

There.  I said it.  I confessed it.  I spelled it out.  That’s the first step, right?  So now I can accept my food intolerance and move on, right?

Not so fast.

This post isn’t about food allergies.

Fear of success in one area will likely carry over into others.  So let’s dig deeper…

If I could do one thing and one thing only for the rest of my life (besides eat, sleep and have a life), it would be continuing on with Girls Can’t WHAT? as my main activity. Five years ago this month, I would never have dreamed that this site would have evolved into community and business that it has.  It is already successful then, right?

Yes and no.  While it is successful in that it is gaining popularity and has thousands of fans and customers around the world, it does not generate enough to be my full time income.  Hence my day job as a web developer.

Income is not my measure for success, but let’s be honest.  We don’t do anything in life unless it brings us some sort of reward.  My work is very rewarding.  I thrive on the feedback from customers and the wonderful comments people leave for me on the site.  But I am also motivated to eat and buy toilet paper, so I need the financial rewards to be there, too.

So what’s the problem?

It’s fear of success.  I already know what it takes to get to that level.  I’ve been there before in other pursuits. I’ve written about it all over this site and I know exactly what I have to do to get to that point.  It’s all right in front of me for the taking.  So seriously…what’s going on here?

Change.

Just like I will have to change my entire way of eating in order to be healthy and less fatigued all the time, I am going to have to make a lot of changes in the way I run my business.  Some of the changes aren’t very palatable.  Most of them are dreadfully tedious and time-consuming.  That means I spend less time doing what I love (drawing) in order to lay the groundwork for future success.  Once the framework is in place, not only will the financial rewards follow, but they will allow me to change my current schedule into a much more manageable pace where drawing and writing can be my top priorities.

So wait – let me get this straight – you’re afraid to make more money?  That’s nuts.

Well yes, but I can explain.  The more a business grows, the more responsibility it brings.  What I fear is that it will grow so big that I lose out on the every day communication with my customers.  I’m worried that I won’t be able to keep up with the design requests (that’s already become an issue!) or that I’ll spend my days negotiating wholesale contracts instead of drawing.  I want to be the artist that’s also the CEO, but mostly just the artist.  I want to keep it simple, dang it.  But I need toilet paper.  See my conundrum here?

It’s about the money, isn’t it?

Actually, no.  Well, yes.  Here’s the thing… I have a particular income amount in mind.  It’s enough to live comfortably and have a few luxuries.  I am very non-materialistic for the most part, but I have a few toys.  ;) So I need a little bit of cash to feed myself and help with family expenses, but I also want my business to grow so that I can send the excess profits to women who really need it.  I want to fund more entrepreneurs through KIVA and donate to womens groups around the world.  For the most part, I want to give money away to help others.  That’s a good thing, right? But then my “fear-of-success” side worries about what people with think of me making that kind of cash and then I start wondering who likes me for the real me versus who likes me for how much money I have in the bank.  And then there are taxes.  Ick.

It’s always something.  Fear is the true four-letter “F” word.

So that’s my confession.

I’m sitting on a gold mine here but I’m afraid to let people see me dig.

So what am I going to do about it?

Well this is a start.  Writing about it to clear my head is always a good move.  For me anyway.  So I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and I think I’m gonna change a few things around here.

For starters, I’m going to buckle down and do the hard work.  Essentially this means churning out a lot more products and setting up new styles of gear.  Not difficult, but intensely time consuming.  Has to be done or there will be no results.  I need those results.

This blog… I still plan to write.  But I’m thinking about ditching all of the news repeats you’ve probably already heard.  Let’s face it…by the time I get around to posting the “news” it’s stale.  I might tweet it or something but taking the time to rehash it on here is doing neither of us any good.  I’d like to leave the blog open for my ramblings (like his one) and for announcing new designs.

And here’s what I really want…

I want to take my blog to a new level.  I want to make it into a learning tool for every one.  Starting with this post.  I want it to be more transparent.  Rather than me regurgitating all the “wisdom” I get from my eclectic reading habits, how about I open up my journey to success to you through this blog.  I don’t want to be the Lone Ranger here, I need some Tontos who are willing to hit the trail with me, share experiences and trade secrets along the way.

You don’t have to saddle up just yet.  And no, I’m not trying to “build a tribe” or set you up to sell you an e-book or anything.  I’m just looking for some conversation, ideas, feedback and oooh – the killer – criticism. Yes – I’m handing you an opportunity to tell me how to run things.  Make suggestions, tell me my artwork sucks.  Whatever.  Let me have it.

If I’m going to get past my stupid little fears, I’ll have to take the good with the bad.

So, now that I’m out of the closet, where do I begin..

3 comments

  • ms.claudia hillman

    I wish I could go to school ,havea job and rights like other women but because I am a transsexual woman.I have nothing.I live in the USA but have no rights.I cant get married adopt children or even get a job at Mcdonald even thought I am a college graduate.

  • A
    gretchen

    Rhonda – that was an excellent comment. I’m so glad you shared that. You expressed exactly what I was thinking. Nice to know someone who has personally been there and done that and survived. And good to know our daughters have such great role models. :D

    Yes, I am well aware that money does not buy happiness. That’s not really want I’m trying to achieve anyway. My ultimate desire is to help others and I know that the best way for me personally to do that is by financial giving. I love my work. I’m probably a workaholic by most people’s standards. I want the rewards for my work to spill over into helping other people reach their dreams.

    Maybe I’m the odd duck here, but it’s exciting for me to provide the financial backing to help someone move forward. I don’t even need or want credit for it – I just want to do it because I know I can and I recognize that when it comes to starting a business, the biggest obstacle is funding. That’s a huge part of why I like lending to entrepreneurs through KIVA. I’m able to provide assistance without providing a handout. It’s like teaching them to fish, not just feeding them for a day. You know what I mean.

    Thanks again for posting your thoughts.

  • Rhonda Mitchell

    Hey Gretchen! What a thinker you are and I love that you have the patience to put it all on paper – well electronic paper that is. I love reading reading about your dilemma – one which in my opionion boils down to one question – just how bad do you want it??? And the answer – though initially may seem apparent – is never really gained until you’ve actually reached what you believe to be the fulfillment of your dream. I can share some insights to some extent – not on your specific endeavor but rather on life’s tradeoffs as a whole. I think I was 34ish when I realized that I had spent my whole life working in the field of accounting moving up some ladders along the way but was in a roadblock to my further success given I did not yet possess even an asociates degree in my field. At that point my income was more than a two year degree would generally benefit someone in my position so i had resigned myself to just accepting that regardless of any abilities I had intellectually, I was pretty much done with any real progression in my career. Then along comes online learning and along with it an opportunity to advance my dream without worrying about the hardships that come with raising a child while being away from home to attend onsite classes. As much as I agonized over the decision and the worthiness of the choice to move forward, the pressure to reach my full potential was more than I could resist. So the next 2 years of my life was spent finishing a two year degree, enrolling in and completing a full time program for a bachelors degree (which couldn’t be finished without honors of course) and continuing to work full time while raising my beautiful, yet very self sufficient child. Subsequent to that was another two years studying for and taking exams to pass rigorous examinations which I naively expected to be a breeze in order to obtain a (highly desired by me at the time) CPA license. I would be selfish to take all the credit for completion of this endeavor myself because I was oh so fortunate to have a husband who was very supportive and at times when I REALLY wanted to give up was there to remind me of all the benefits to be gained. Now if you recall from my long long documentary that I noted how the answer to your dilemma could not be found without eventually reaching your dream – the fulfillment of my dream was realized the day I received in the mail the CPA license that had so long been fought for and so here is my not so definite answer as to whether it was worthwhile. The day I became a licensed CPA was one of the happiest days of my life….I would not want to undo that day….I was still a little less than 40 and had an incredible sense of accomplishment after putting away most other things important to me to pursue that endeavor…. but thats not all the good that was to become…..within a matter of a few months I, without much effort, was able to retain a position that nearly doubled my salary withought my even applying for another job. Along with that came much more financial freedom than I ever thought would be possible for our family and I would be lying to say that I haven’t enjoyed it. However, now a few years later I can reflect on the whole progession of my dream and share my perspective of its worthiness…..first I have confirmed… as I had heard from the days of my youth….that money does not bring happiness. If I were to measure my happiness today against what it was many years ago I would say happiness rating has not changed much if at all. In some ways I might say that it has somewhat decreased, as with increased income comes some additional burdens – 1)all of the selfish things you can afford and want but have to worry about how it will be perceived or how can you really justify spending that kind of money when others in the world live for a month on what you spend in 3 days 2) everybody thinking you are loaded with disposable income to be their personal lender and you feeling guilty for saying “I really don’t have the money right now” 3)the fear of obtaining additional debt which will bankrupt you if by some chance your circumstances change and you can’t meet the monthly bills 4)the inability to throw it all away you decide you should have just been a gardener or a poet whent the pressure gets to be too much 5) is this what God really has planned for me? Now finally……would I do it over again….probably because I at least proved something to myself in the process and I would have always wondered otherwise, also I really do feel that I am suitable for my work despite the stress it brings me…just don’t set yourself up for happiness ever after once the dream is acheived. There is some sense of imprisonment when you have already spent so much of your life trying to get there. Finally, best wishes no matter how you proceed!!!

Leave your comment

cowgirl

Sign up to receive inspiration and special offers on Girls Can't WHAT? gifts. It's Free!

Please enter your name.
Please enter a valid email address.
Something went wrong. Please check your entries and try again.