I deeply impressed by your resistance against "dark tunnel", and thank you to share your great experience with us.
G'day
@Amaravil l from Oz,
Thank you! It's a privilege to share my experiences with you.
Dark tunnels are a part of being in business. Everyone travels down at least one. Probably more. During their business life.
The trick is this.
Accept that it's a given.
And.
Make sure you arm yourself with enough knowledge to know how to reach the light. And then take whatever steps are necessary to get to the light at the end of the tunnel.
The light does shine. So long as. You keep travelling through the tunnel. Instead of getting bogged down. And giving up.
This is when we're all at our most vulnerable. When we think we're making no progress.
During these dark times, I always made a promise to myself every day.
Do one thing today that will take me one step closer to where I want to be. No matter how small or insignificant that step might seem.
Also. Draw on your experience.
What have you accomplished that was so hard to do. You didn't think you'd ever reach your
goal? But by always trying. You got to where you wanted to be.
My inspiration was always these two stories from my life.
In junior high school, when I was 12 years old. I flunked sewing. Not quite. I got a D. Instead of an F. I was an honour roll student. So my pride was at stake here.
But no matter how much I tried, my sewing class completely stumped me. I just couldn't figure it out.
Add to that, the knowledge that my mother was a couture dressmaker in New York City before she married my father.
I just assumed that I would inherit her skills. But I didn't.
Annoyed. I decided I would teach myself how to sew. And warned my mother that I needed to figure this out by myself. If I asked for help, it was appreciated. But please don't take over my journey by telling me what to do. Without my asking!
By the time I was 13 years old, I was making all my own clothes. And became the 'Go-To' gal at school for anything to do with sewing.
I went on to teach myself tailoring techniques. I made suits. Overcoats. Everything except my lingerie.
Once I set up my own apartment, I made slipcovers. Actually, just about everything for my new home. Including lamp shades. And Roman blinds.
My sewing machine was my best friend. And people admired my skills.
My mother was a champion crepe maker. We had crepes every Friday night. And she made hers in a battered old aluminium frying pan. That was older than she was.
When I left university. And set up my own apartment. I attempted to make crepes. At that time, I could barely boil water. So when I failed, I wasn't surprised.
But I kept failing. Every time I tried to make crepes.
I became so annoyed, I was determined to make at least one perfect crepe.
300 dozen eggs - 3,600 eggs! - later. I made my first perfect crepe.
I now make only perfect crepes.
That took me years to master.
If I'd given up on sewing and crepe making, the world wouldn't have come to an end. But. I would never know the exhilaration of triumphing over failure.
When in those dark tunnels at the beginning of our business, just simply knowing that I had jumped over obstacles impeding my progress before. And succeeded. Gave me the impetus I needed to forge ahead. And come out the other end stronger. And more confident.
You have done something in your life that gave you the confidence to go forward. Don't trivialise the accomplishment. Draw on it to get you through the tough times.
I hope this helps
@Amaravil.
And welcome to The
Fastlane Forum. I know you'll love it here. ~Carol❤