For a long time my answer to almost everything was yes. Not because I had the time or the energy but because I was convinced I could make it work. I was booking back to back client meetings, keeping up with deliverables, running my own business and being a stay at home mom with sick kids at home. I kept telling myself I'd make it work. And I did, technically. But I was bitter, resentful and exhausted in a way that sleep couldn't fix. The money wasn't worth what it was costing me.

When I first started my business I was polished. Intentionally, carefully, exhaustingly polished. I wouldn't post a story without doing my hair first. I made sure the kids' mess wasn't visible. I made sure you couldn't see the camper we were living in. Not because I was ashamed but because I thought it looked unprofessional. That version was exhausting to maintain.

There is no handbook for this. No family member to call who has been through it. No blueprint passed down. I started as a Virtual Assistant, not knowing exactly where I was headed, just knowing I had something to offer. A few months later my husband launched his business. We had just had our second baby. Two first generation entrepreneurs. No roadmap between us. Figuring it out anyway.

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