How to stop your business eating you alive
Last week I was watching a 1950s sci-fi, drive-in classic where two teenagers Steve (McQueen no less) and Jane try to protect their home town from a gelatinous alien lifeform.
Slowly but surely it engulfs everything. It even eats some old bloke.
Itโs called The Blob, and for some reason it struck a chord.
I couldnโt figure out why at first. But then I realised that my business is The Blob. And itโs slowly consuming my time, my sanity and my life.
What started as a two-short-days-a-week job has turned into a 50+ hours a week obsession.
Whenever a new sliver of time appears, The Blob consumes it.
My business Blob follows me everywhere. I create Canva graphics at the checkout. I post in the playground. I even tweet in the bath. (Yes, I like to live dangerously.)
Unfortunately, I donโt have brave Steve and plucky Jane to help me. I just have me.
And unfortunately The Blob ate my willpower many months ago.
But in this post Iโm going to take a stand. Iโm fighting back against The Blob. Iโm reclaiming my town. Iโm setting business boundaries. And Iโm going to stop it eating old blokes.
Okay, my Blob analogy is wearing thin now. But bear with me, Iโm hoping sharing them may help you set some of your own business boundaries.
Facebook is a weird place for me. I like to keep my personal profile personal and my business profileโฆ well, you get the idea.
But what do you do when someone sends you a โpersonal messageโ? Once you accept theyโre in your inner sanctum, and thereโs no way to get them out again unless you block them.
And then there are the โFriendโ requests from randoms:
Not a hello, or even a poke (remember them?), but a straight-up โFriendโ request.
Itโs like walking up to a stranger at a networking event and squeezing their bottom.
Sure, some people might enjoy it, but I like to keep my Facebook โ and my bottom โ private.
Iโm a big fan of saying โYesโ.
โYes, yes, yes.โ
See?
But sometimes that teeny tiny word gets me into trouble when I say it before thinking things through.
โYes, Iโll write a guest blog for your site that will take three hours of my day โ even though I later find out that your only readers are your mum and your cat.โ
โYes, Iโll come and present at your event for nothing, while you charge everyone for tickets and I donโt get so much as a chewy party pie to take home.”
From now on Iโll be investigating each โopportunityโ to see if it actually is an opportunity.
And Iโm going to stop saying โYesโ to the all the shiny ideas in my head, and promising to do things I donโt want to do.
Iโll always be a people pleaser. But Iโll be making sure at least one of the people being pleased is me.
And that means saying โMaybeโ more than I say โYesโ.
Towards the end of my advertising career I finally realised that since I was a wage slave it didnโt matter if I stayed late or came in early. I got paid just the same.
So, I developed the knack of turning up at 9.01 and leaving bang on 5.31. I was a stickler for business hours.
But as a soloist? Not so much.
These days Iโm a glutton for punishment:
It would be fine if I took some down time during the day. But I donโt. I just work from dawn to dusk, crawl into bed exhausted, and do it all again the next day.
If this is what it takes to succeed, Iโll take something else.
Iโm now limiting myself to one out-of-hours commitment a fortnight, and one weekend event every two months.
We all have those customers.
Theyโre generally the ones who pay the least but want the most. And because theyโre paying you, they think they can bombard you will emails and call you 24/7.
Youโll recognise them by the way they say:
โCan you justโฆ?โ
โThis wonโt take longโฆโ
โHave you got five minutes?โ
And for someone like me, itโs hard to say โNoโ. Iโm a giver. I like to over-deliver. (Hey, that rhymes!)
But itโs my own fault. When you train people to rely on you for every little thing, guess what?
They rely on you for every little thing.
And sometimes they take advantage of your generosity.
Thereโs a belief that the customer is always right. But honestly, sometimes the customer is an over-demanding, needy pain in the bum. (Except for my current customers, of course!)
And you need to push back. Or even just ignore them a little.
So, Iโm setting myself some rules.
Iโll learn not to leap on these questions so quickly.
Iโll encourage self-soothing and self-learning.
And if it comes to it, Iโll send them this to web address: https://lmgtfy.com
Iโll admit Iโm a control freak and a micro-manager.
I like to cross the tโs and dot the iโs. Iโll even dot other peopleโs iโs if theyโll let me.
My inner Blob feels that I must be across everything or else something terrible will happen.
But I need to realise that after nine years as a soloist almost all of the bad things have already happened.
Iโve had failures and fluff-ups, and yet Iโm still here.
If Iโm to truly escape The Blob, I need to stop feeding it. I need to switch off and do *shudders* real-life things.
I need to turn off my phone, remove my cramped hands from the keyboard and run naked in the fields. (Figuratively, not literally. Itโs too chilly right now.)
My business Blob is a terrible attention seeker. And the more time I give it, the more it wants.
My Blob and I need to go cold turkey.
So there you go.
To tame my business Blob and stop it eating my life Iโm going to:
Iโm not sure if it will work, or that I can kill The Blob completely. But I just need to remember what Steve and Lieutenant Dave said at the end of The Blob movie:
Steve: โItโs not dead, is it?โ
Lieutenant Dave: โI donโt think it can be killed. But at least weโve got it stopped.โ
Over to you. How do you tackle your business Blob?
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