So...I was speeding through life at 100mph, suited and booted and spending my 20's working as a business consultant to the biggies in the north west of England. The M6 motorway was my home and I knew the inside of my Rover better than the inside of my house. Life was good, my boyfriend and I were working, and playing hard. We were indeed, cruising. But, the cut and thrust and the absolute dynamite which is the small business was calling our names so, months after tying the knot, my husband and I decided to stop the cruise, and start chasing the dream. Our own business.
It wasn't all sunshine and flowers. Hitting a financial wall and spending practically a year eating pasta with tinned tomatoes on top was a bit of a low point. Living in a shambolic rental with someone else's saucepans and football trophies was also, not great. But the highs, the amazing highs, of winning a contract or seeing your stand in an exhibition with (yes!) people around it can not be beaten. Or so I thought.
Kids. They arrived in all their noisy glory four years later. Three little boys in slow, quick, quick succession. I'm loving being a mother but am still, at heart, the entrepreneur from many years ago. So I'm raising my boys to be entrepreneurial. Three quick thinking little problem solvers. I don't care whether they become small business owners, public sector workers, tradesmen or work in big business. To my mind entrepreneurial-ism isn't about your employment. It's about smart thinking and solving problems and this mindset can be applied to, well, any job we put our minds to.
So that is what I write about. Entrepreneurial thinking and particularly, raising our kids to be entrepreneurial in their mindset. Whatever they grow up to be.
