Business Runs In My Blood
...So What Happened To My Dreams of Owning A Business?
My father was a second generation drywall subcontractor in Gary, Indiana. My mother worked in HR and Personnel Management for more than 20 years for the City of Gary and then several more years for various employers. So, it's safe to say that "business is in my blood."
I was passionate about marketing since my junior year of high school. I majored in business in college and took as many marketing courses as I could. But when I graduated Indiana University Northwest I had no clue what to do next. My parents were hardworking and a stellar example of hard work ethic, but simple. Not an ambitious bone between the two of them. Neither provided any real guidance or mentoring on my career. Don't get me wrong they were proud of me and all that I'd accomplished. But to inspire me or encourage me to dream big and all that jazz just never happened.
I entered the workforce right after undergrad as an executive assistant. I didn't have a clue how to start a career in marketing. I didn't do any internships or have any connections at any big firms in the city. While my parents supported me, I was pretty much all on my own to figure it all out.
I did several years as an executive assistant before finally getting into my field. I worked at some pretty impressive companies though. Eventually, I landed at a company and had a boss who took me under her wing. It was at that company where I was in awe at the fact that our president was a woman. Our senior finance person was a woman. It was there that my marketing career really grew legs and I vowed that I wanted to either own my own business or be president or CMO at a company by the time I was forty years old. I was in my mid to late twenties at the time. I even went on to earn an M.B.A. because I knew I needed that piece of paper.
Well, I'm well past forty now and suffice to say none of that came true. So what the heck happened? It can be summed up in one word...LIFE. Two marriages and two divorces later are what happened. Experiencing setbacks (i.e., unemployment) a few times over the course of my career. With all of that, my self-esteem, self-confidence and self-value all took major blows. My second marriage was extremely toxic and by the time I left it I had no clue what made me happy much less have any "dreams" worth pursuing.
As I see the next half century decade waving at me from a distance, I can honestly say that "I have a dream" again! My dream is to build "SpunkyDiva Diaries" into a solid brand among women. My dream is for it to become an online, virtual sisterhood. My dream is for it to be a platform for women who've survived abuse (like me) to have a "voice" by sharing "their story." My dream is for it to help promote small women-owned businesses in all of their entrepreneurial ventures. My dream is for it to become my business, make money, and open doors for other business opportunities.
SpunkyDiva Diaries started with an idea that came to me while sitting on my living room couch. It was a prayer answered at the right time so I could be still enough to hear it. It morphs my passions and my talents together perfectly. SpunkyDiva Diaries exists to "serve other women" through the stories of my life.
Moral to my story...LIFE happens. Some dreams get crushed. But, that doesn't mean you can never dream again. New dreams are possible at ANY age!