Friday, August 16, 2019

Prostituting Oneself

Or otherwise what may be known as professional growth.

Tonight I plan to help my daughter with our live sale on our in-stock clothing items. To do so is hard for me-it is too personal-it shows how much I want our business to be successful. Now if we fail, people will know I cared and pity me (or laugh-but we don't worry about those people). It is scary because most businesses don't make it and we are still about 200 sales away from being out of the red! Although I have considered raising prices so at least theoretically we are just 100 sales away. We are priced fairly low, but who can compete with Walmart and Penneys? It is hard. We have to try and pull in the people who WANT to support small business. Also maybe not even worry about the cheapo shoppers (of which I am). Maybe we need to focus on our audience-hip moms and dads who want unique boutique clothing that everyone won't be wearing.

The most disappointing aspect is the overall lack of support. I *know* it is a tough field to break into. Being told this isn't helpful. If you are truly concerned about me, then share my business. A like and share is free!

That said, this isn't a bitchfest. I am so so grateful for the people who have shared our posts and commented. I know I can't depend on Facebook friends for keeping my business afloat. But those who share and tag and comment-they are the true jewels. Getting your name out there as an option in the busy world of stuff everywhere! is hard. Those people make a difference. I vow to be more supportive of those who are taking a chance. Another hard part is, since we are not part of a multilevel marketing organization, but doing this on our own, the lack of support and knowledge is hard. It is all trial and error, and it isn't easy! But it is fun.

So tonight I will be the peddler on the road showing my wares, enticing strangers to purchase. It is weird. It is painful. Is it necessary? Obviously the real fear isn't looking pushy, but noone watching. But I guess it can be recorded.

Awoke at the depressing hour of 2:30 a.m. thanks to Gabe. Can't wait for this Friday to be done!


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