I’ve got to be the biggest procrastinator in the World! For years and years I have been planning and preparing to launch my business, writing on the products, writing the business plan – rewriting the business plan, deciding a name for the business, changing the name of the business, printing business cards, designing leaflets, ditching them and creating new ones – everything but actually selling something and making some money! Well, at least you can expect some good products, I’ve been writing on them and improving them for 10 years.
They say that the only cure for procrastination is to put yourself in a situation where you have no choice but to take action. Well, we’ve just put the farm (and family home) on the line as security for a mortgage to pay for the neighbouring property. It used to be part of the farm, but the place was split up and sold separately long before we bought our farm. The great thing is, that the property includes a bungalow, which will be ideal for when Richard’s elderly Mum and aunt need to be closer to us. It has been a dream to buy that property ever since we moved here and it has featured on my goal list and been posted on the wall for almost as long. So the Universe has now provided me with the object of my desire and we now have to find an extra £2400 per month to pay for it.
I have two choices: I can get a job, as Richard wants me to, or I can finally get this business started and sell some products. Guess what I would prefer?!! So the biggest procrastinator of all times is about to pull her finger out and start a FARMtastic business which will hopefully help thousands of people all over the World.
Well I really thought that I was the biggest procrastinator, but i’m starting to realise that I am just a normal girl with normal worries that I Won’t get it right. and that procrastination is just a method for processing that fear. I need to try harder to stop procrastinating and JUST DO IT!!!!! I think the website is great Jeanne keep up the good work. I hope you don’t have to get another job (you’ve got enough of them already, and anyway, who will separate the bulls if you’re stuck in an office/shop/callcentre selling your soul)?