I just had a dear friend of mine ask me for some tips on opening a similar business to Netty Vintage in another province.
The questions she asked were good ones, but they scared me. Bad.
Attempting to answer these questions (which I’m not sure I actually did) made me realize that I can’t believe I actually did this with so little knowledge of what it was I was about to do.
Was I desperate? Crazy? A combination of both? Perhaps.
But here’s the good news. It worked out. I think….
It’s surprisingly easy to start a business. My theory is that the government gets their $60.00 for the license whether you succeed or not, so they don’t make it that difficult for you to get it.
Money, always an issue, was less of one for me for two reasons.
1. I had built up quite a supply of vintage clothing from the daily searches I was doing while unemployed, so inventory was pretty much taken care of.
2. While I didn’t take out of a loan (mostly because no one would give me one), I had some savings in my R.R.S.P.s. Who needs retirement anyway.
So there I am. Me. With a business to run. How the hell did this happen?
I still don’t really know, but happen it did.
People ask me constantly, “So, how’s it going.” And I usually answer the same way, “depends on how you define success.”
If you, like me, define success as the following, then I’m doing just fine:
- Paying all my bills and not going into debt
- Meeting amazing people who are willing to lend you help/advice/an ear
- Making a positive impact on my community
- Having the potential to grow and expandI have bigs plans, but this little shop of mine has taught me quick a bit about patience. So I take things in stride, appreciate the small victories, and above all, laugh. Laugh at everything.
And I have made mistakes. Oh man, the mistakes. And I will continue to. And you know what, I’m gonna share ALL of them with you.