I originally wanted to tie up loose ends from my last post such as the “letting go” part of it. If my esthetician “let go” of the taxi cab she was in, she wouldn’t be around today to tell her tale.
I would’ve went on a long wild tangent on how you have to make a choice and to trust God within you. To “let go” of all that is unnecessary, to trust, to choose, and to take action knowing that you will NOT fail.
There’s a very fine line between letting go in the physical, intellectual sense of the meaning in comparison to the other way of letting go. It’s such a fine line that I have trouble describing it which only makes me sound like I’m full of shit.
How do I describe it? If she let go of the cab even after her instincts told her not to, it’d be more like giving up. Giving up is not the same as letting go although for most of us it’s the same thing.
People choose to fail because they still have power as long as they can choose. They choose failure because they have no trust in themselves or the process found in courage.
Choosing failure is the ego’s last resort to exert control over a situation that takes courage to endure.
The “letting go” I’m talking about, the one my esthetician described to me is just the opposite of giving up. She let go of fear and made a choice.
But anyway, it’s too heady even for my head.
So instead of going into one of my transfixed wild tangents, I want to write about my business.
A few posts ago, I was having a really good week. An astounding month actually. I claimed that my take-home pay was $1000 a week. Well, it’s a few weeks later and no, I was wrong.
I keep ping-ponging back and forth between success and fear (failure). At the beginning of the month when I charge all my members, I feel relieved and successful. But then as the end of the month approaches, when that money drastically dwindles, my stomach turns upside-down.
“What can I do. What can I do to help my finances?”
All my choices thus far have been thought-out and calculated.
Every action, every investment I made – everything figured out in my monthly budget. Everything except one thing.
My therapist broke her arm and instead of taking in money (clients), she sits there answering phones all day. Roughly 35 hours a week, $350 a week, $1400 a month. Figure in taxes, that’s about $2,000 a month I’m investing in with no added return.
I was planning on hiring a receptionist eventually when I could safely afford it, but it happened too soon. And as a way of compensating for my new expense, I invested in facials and rented the rooms upstairs for more space to accommodate those facials.
The money I spent as the result of her broken limb is immense. Not only do I pay $2000 a month, but all my new improvements are enough to bankrupt me.
So what do I do? I have to get her taking clients again as soon as possible. The only plan I thought of to combat this was ashiatsu – walking on clients backs. And with the two new rooms, I’ll be able to fit in the ashiatsu bars.
I love this employee and she loves me. My esthetician even pointed it out that she loves me. So this employee is going nowhere but here. I care about her too much.
If I can take back my $2000 a month, I’ll definitely be making $1000 a week after all my bills (personal and business) are paid.
The next ashiatsu class is July 24th. Can I hold out until then? During the dead of summer when no clients book?
On the ride home yesterday, I discussed more menu options with my esthetician. We decided to add eyebrow threading and waxing to the menu – both being of little expense on my part but have big payouts.
Today I have to figure out her commission for doing these new services, and finish my brochures.
I strive for peace of mind – I’ve been striving since I opened up this place. But it never ends. There’s always something.
I work but I don’t have anything to show for it. I work and get nothing but worry.
My estheticians story from yesterday unknowingly showed me the difference between letting go and giving up, although I can’t put it into words. I feel it emotionally.
Giving up causes hate and anger towards her offenders, but letting go releases all that. In a way, it’s acceptance. It’s taking responsibility. It’s accepting death in lieu of your fears winning over you.
My esthetician – “I kept telling them to kill me. They threatened me with being tortured in prison and I say ‘kill me now then. Kill me now. I’m not leaving this cab.’
She accepted death and let go while still not giving up.
I know you don’t understand, I know. But I can’t explain it any better than that.
She’s an amazing woman, my esthetician.