Pivot is a hot word in the startup world these days. When your first product or business idea isn’t working, you pivot to Plan B. When that happens, it can actually feel like a relief because you are tired of the frustration of the first plan not working out.
My business partner and I are pivoting with the wine company right now. We had been working hard to get our tasting room open on Anderson Street but… that isn’t happening right now. So, we are pivoting and selling wholesale. It was a relief. It was progress. Now we are in 18 stores and making enough on sales to cover our expenses. That is good.
We met last week to talk about the business and some things we have coming up and the tasting room renovations were on the agenda. My partner is annoyingly right almost all the time and he did a good job at reminding me about pivoting. I got that we had to pivot, but I was spending a lot of time and energy trying to get us back to the original plan (the tasting room). A better use of our time would be to say ‘Hey, we pivoted. Where do we go from here to reach our goals?’ It isn’t a pivot if you are just trying to get right back to the original plan. That didn’t work. Move on.
He was right (again) and it was again a relief. It took pressure off. I was able to see the big picture again. I was so obsessed with getting back to the original plan.
As things go, with giant ‘a-ha’ moments. I can’t stop thinking about it and where are other places where I haven’t given the pivot the full commitment it deserves.
Things don’t work out.
Instead of drowning in those details and trying so hard to get back to that, I should realize there has been a pivot. I should decide what my goals are, what are the most important things to me, and how will I take my new angle and make the rest of those things happen?
Three years ago this month, I stopped writing. Of course, I still WRITE. I write blog posts, articles, and content for work(s). But, I stopped actually writing… writing about what I think, what I am wondering about, what is going on in my world. I stopped writing because life got really hard and I didn’t know what to say. I stopped writing because I worried about what people would think.
I miss it. I am busy, like many of you. I have a lot of things going on but in the middle of those things is a person. A person who likes connecting with other people. A person who likes figuring things out, trying new things, and learning.
So I want to start again. I want to write about the middle of all the things, about my town, and what I am learning about people, parenting, and life. I will be wrong. It might be embarrassing. I want to do it anyway or try…
So if you want to get tips on digital marketing you can check out my writing at flyte new media and Social Media Breakfast Maine. If you want to read what is going on with the wine business, you can follow along at eighteen twenty. If you want the stuff in the middle, the messy stuff, what I am reading and thinking about, the not quite figured out stuff, trying to be a good human and mom stuff… you can follow along here, because I want to start writing again.
“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”
“I feel so strongly that deep and simple is far more essential than shallow and complex.”
– Fred Rogers
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved —
loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”
― Victor Hugo
I just finished Life Drawing and that was the quote that opened the book. The book was good but NOT if you are looking for a nice little pick me up. You have been warned.
…I hate connecting w/ people, which probably explains why I’m such a great social media manipulator….this allows all the touchy/feely of real life connections… minus touching and or actual feeling(s).
I tried not to take it personal. Sure I literally grew a human and brought it into this world. Sure, I gave up drinking and sushi and made sure all my cheese was pasteurized for like 9 months… but it’s ok.
After a while it was downright comical… but now… NOW over 630 days later of cleaning puke and bums, carrying a child, sleepless nights, solo nights while Adam is away for school, bananas smashed into my new dress… we FINALLY have it… ‘MOMMA’!
We just about wore the word out in its first weekend in our existence.
And for even more comic relief, here is the list of words that came before, many much before ‘momma’:
- Trucks (obviously)
- Otto (dog #1)
- Chili (dog #2)
- Dump Truck
- BIG Truck
- Blue truck
- Helicopter (or copTAH)
- Dog and woof
- Cow and Moo
- Cat and Meow (a really good meow too)
- Chicken and cluck, cluck
- Duck and quack, quack
- My turn
- Pooh and Tigger
You get the picture… it was a lot. Momma seems to be here to stay, we practiced over 630 times this weekend, and I couldn’t be happier. Man, that kid sure knows how to build up anticipation.
I definitely wouldn’t say I am a ‘car person’. I like cars. I respect them. I like that they can get me from here to there. I even think some are beautiful. I know there is history and design behind every car on the road.
My husband is a car person. I have lots of friends that are car people. My son can say ‘car’ clear as a bell, even though he doesn’t say ‘mama’ yet (ouch). And, this weekend… I was at a wedding and I would say 95% of the guests were car people.
So much so, that our hotel was directly across from the Greenwich Concours d ‘ Elegance… and as guests of the wedding, we were given tickets to walk the show.
Much to my husband’s dismay, I saw lots of pretty cars… some green ones… some blue ones… and a lot of red ones. Makes, models, years… I got nothin’. But I know the big names were there – Jaguar, Ferrari, Aston Martin (we were there on the day of the European cars).
As I walked around this show, and took a few pictures, I couldn’t help but think… ‘what the hell am I doing at the Greenwich Concours…’ I am still not sure how I got there but I do know I got these pictures. Vroom vroom!
My brain has been very busy, spinning about big things and little things.
So life goes though, right?
Last night we went out to catch a really great semi-local musician, Ryan Montbleau, at One Longfellow. I have seen him a few times before and I think I love seeing him more each time.
I could say a lot about it, but I am going to opt to say just a little…
If you have a busy brain or a damaged heart or an ache to feel all the feelings or the desire to shake everything your momma’ gave you, don’t forget what live music can do to you. Music will fix it.
If you need to feel all of the feelings, I recommend this Fast Car cover from Ryan and his opening act from last night, Tall Heights. Feelings were splattered all over the floor at One Longfellow last night when they played this. I felt bad for whoever had to sweep all those up at the end of the night!
Some days I don’t like living on an island.
But then… I sit on the ferry for 20 minutes and read, or talk to another islander or I just talk to Otto or… I stare off into space.
Then when I get off the boat and look back at Portland twinkling away on the other side of the bay… I don’t mind living on an island quite as much.