You know that thing where you just keep powering through? No matter what happens, you just tell yourself it’s fine. This is fine. I’ve got this. Life keeps throwing shit at you. You keep catching it.You don’t ask for help. I mean… WHO ASKS FOR HELP? You keep on keeping on. You keep swimming.
Until you don’t. You can’t. It really isn’t fine anymore.
That’s been my life recently. I am always the one to say everything’s fine. It’s how I’m built. But then the sky kept falling. I danced in the debris for a while. Then I didn’t. Getting a divorce. Autism diagnoses in the family (yep, plural). Anxiety. Depression. It snowballed.
I’ve spent the past decade with my head in the game running Type-A. Never letting up. A decade of building a business I am passionate about, that I sincerely hope has helped people. But… my head wasn’t in the game for a few months. In the lifetime of Type-A Parent, that’s like a blink.
Only it wasn’t. It was a chasm.
In that time, revenue dried up. I thought someone was on top of sales, but that person didn’t close a single sale. I missed what wasn’t happening. I wasn’t paying attention. I was off my game and it caught up to me.
And now here’s my real confession: I owe people money. I’ve apologized profusely for paying late. I’ve vowed to catch up as soon as I can. I’ve asked if I can do anything extra to make it right. I’ve apologized again.
I mean, I get it. I FUCKED UP. I let myself slip. I wasn’t on top of my business like I should have been. It had repercussions. Type-A isn’t a corporation. There are no investors. It’s me.
If you’re active in the blogging community, you may have heard. They are pretty vocal about it. People I have thought of as friends for years… people I gave first speaking gigs to and helped with business plans… are throwing me under the bus. I understand. They’re mad. I’m really doing the absolute best I can. I’m not sure what else I can do. The sales are happening now because I’m hustling and finally realized that they weren’t happening beforehand… but it takes time to recover. And get cash flow going.
I am sorry. I hate this. I’m mortified. It’s the worst possible feeling to be in this situation. When I first had the idea for Type-A, my entire mission was to help parents make money. That’s never changed. That still hasn’t changed. I will get everyone paid the absolute second I can.
I feel like I’ve taken a firebomb to my life. Now… I’m rebuilding from the ashes.
Why am I even writing this? I’m not even sure. One, I just wanted to get it out there. Things are being said that are true, and things are being said that aren’t. Also… so few times do we ever talk about money. Not the bad part. We talk about the good stuff and when it’s plentiful. We show only the wonderful and impressive on social media.
Which means… when it’s bad, it’s very, very fucking lonely.
I am writing this because I am one to believe tough times happen for a reason. And I hope my failures can help you be successful. I wouldn’t wish this on any entrepreneur.
I learned some hard lessons here, such as:
- HIRE AN ACCOUNTANT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY. I should have done this ten years ago. Seriously.
- Get every single person who does work for you to sign an NDA.
- Ask for help. If I’ve learned anything as a human in the past year, it’s this. I’m awful at this. Like extra bad at this. I’m working on it. I’m slowly getting better. You really can’t shoulder everything by yourself. NO REALLY. You might think you can. But you can only swallow fire for so long before it burns you up. GET HELP.
- Have a plan for your business in the event your life throws you a major curve ball. I mean, life is life. We all get curve balls. It’s inevitable. In retrospect, I look back and realize it’s almost shocking it took ten years for life to catch up with my ass. Ask yourself this: if my head is out of the game for a few months, will my business survive? What’s my action plan? Do I have savings stashed to hire help and keep the virtual doors open?
If life does get rough, there’s good news. You’ll really quickly find out who your friends are… and aren’t. I’ve been blown away so many times in the past year by my friends. I’m unbelievably lucky. My friends have kept me sane. They’ve stuck with me through the shitshow my life has been lately. I don’t deserve them.
And back to what I said before about everything happening for a reason? Well… there is an idea I’ve kicked around for years. As I struggled secretly financially, I knew of other friends doing the same. One came within a day of losing her home. I am often hearing about bloggers whose laptops have broken down, and for a blogger that is business death.
I want to work on a organization that would serve as aid to bloggers in need: help them turn their heat back on (been there), send grocery gift cards, send laptop loaners when needed, help with holiday gifts, and so on. If anyone is interested in working with me on this, comment or email me at kelby at typeaparent dot com.
I think with an industry that is so feast or famine, it’s badly needed. It would be quite an undertaking, even just vetting who qualifies for aid, so I think this needs to involve several leaders in the industry. But I would love to see this happen. I’m not the only one who’s struggled. I see it time and again.
I don’t have a witty closing for this. I never write about personal things. I’m bad at expressing my feelings. I am so far outside my comfort zone right now, it isn’t even funny. I’m feeling very not Type-A (side note: I’m thinking really hard about a rebrand…). I just hope my failures help some of you avoid the same pitfalls.
And if you ask me if I’m OK? I’ll probably still say I’m fine. No matter what. But I’m working on that.