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I almost closed my business
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Hey Reader, There's a version of this story where I walk away. Where the weight of everything — a father's cancer diagnosis, my in-laws' failing health, my son's near-fatal accident, a business I'd spread too thin — becomes too much. Where I decide the most responsible thing I can do is quit and focus on my family. I almost told that version of the story. I'm so glad I didn't. By the summer of 2024, I'd been in business eight years and I was spread thin across too many offers. Then my dad was diagnosed with cancer. Then, the night before my son left for college, the phone rang at 11:30 PM. I came this close to closing Simply Enough for good. I've never fully told the story of what stopped me, the moment that broke something open in me, and why I picked up the phone and finally committed instead of walking away. It's on the blog today. If you're in a season that feels like too much right now, I wrote this one for you. Here's the short version of what I learned: You don't have to choose between your family and your dreams. But you might have to reset one to protect the other. It doesn't have to be all or nothing. It just has to be honest and intentional. It has to be yours. I almost closed my business. Instead, I built the one I was always supposed to have. Amy |
Amy Slenker-Smith, Simply Enough
I help women simplify their homes, habits, and businesses so they can stop managing the chaos and start leading with organization, ease, and follow-through. Join my weekly newsletter packed with tips to simplify your home, business, and life. Sign up here!
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