This feels more like a hopeful wish than something I really believe at this moment in time. Today we found out that our supplier doesn’t stock what we desire from them; they’ll have to make it to order. That’s not so bad, it means less people are using what we’re using, we’ll be unique, just like we hoped.
“Supplier people, how long will it take for you to make it for us then?”
“Mid to late July.”
“Mid to late July? 4 months?!”
Four god-damn months. Four late Winter to Mid-Summer months. I shit on you Spring. The days warm up, the people get happy and look forward to their summer travels. The rabbits start humping. The world will be happy. All except this fucking conejo. Left in his burrow wanking, wishing and wasting the time away.
Everything else is set up to go. Id they only stocked the ones we wanted we’d be ready to go so soon and all this time spent dreaming and planning and hoping and wishing would finally be turned into something real. Real action. Finally building my future, my dreams, for real. Not just in my scarecrow haired noggin.
Maybe this is a good thing? The ideal release time for the product we’re making is September/ October and this does coincide perfectly with that. That’s it. It’s a sign from the universe. We were rushing ahead faster than we should have been and must slow down further, be even more considered. There are lessons to be learnt before then. Our will is being tested. It shouldn’t be so easy to achieve what we desire, we must first prove how much we really want it. The process must be long and drawn out. The tension must build. Our heads, hearts and souls must explode with desire, dirt and desperation. Is it a case of petulant impatience? Or thoughtful ambition? Do I sound spiritual? Or like a god-foresaken theist, desperate for answers where perhaps there are none? Either way, if it serves a purpose and doesn’t infringe upon others, I’ll take it. The idea of signs and a reason for everything is comforting and I am a Paulo Coelho Fan. I’ll take in as much of my surroundings as I can and continue to follow my gut, instinct, that feeling you can’t explain. It doesn’t always lead me where I hoped, but it’s always led me to something I needed to learn. And I’m happy where it’s taken me to now.
We could stick to our previous schedule, but we’d have to compromise on quality. It’d save us a few thousand pounds and a lot of headaches in doing so. But no, that’s not us. We know what we want to make and we won’t compromise on that. We’re doing it, and we’re going to do it to the best of our capabilities.
So what now? Well, we could still launch as before, build our email list and raise awareness for the main product launch with a range of fringe products we had planned anyway. That’s an option, one that might stave off insanity from my impatient-to-get-going skull floater.
That would still leave me plenty enough time to write that screenplay I mean to write one day. I certainly can’t spend all my mental energy on the business for an extra 4 months with nothing productive to do about it. That would be mental suicide. We have a one year pay back holiday from the loan we’re taking to start the company. (Three times the loan we initially expected, ouch..no pressure). This leaves my own bank account in a somewhat healthier state for a while. Although with an extra 4 months to wait before any possible earnings, I may have to take a months summer work teaching English again. And maybe a cheap break away somewhere too, Madrid, or the beach. Or both if things were really cheap. I still need to replace my dog chewed passport that was chewed before I even had chance to pick the envelope off the door mat containing the passport that was replacing the the emergency passport I’d used previously to get back from Madrid that I needed to replace my stolen passport from a local feria in a small pueblo in Segovia. I am suffering from spending too much time indoors. I do need to get out and see things. Do things. I underestimate just how much I’m sacrificing in order to start a business, in the short term: Time & Money. My two favourite and most valuable commodities. I’m playing the long game.
What is for sure is that I’m going to have to find something to do for the next four months. Something productive, active. Movies, brains and my imagination are all great, but four (more) months of that doesn’t fit me too well. Something that doesn’t leave me in the red and, sometime after the four months are up, I hope to be able to connect the dots and see how things really did work out for the best, and be thankful for the time spent on the sidelines, watching others live their lives. I’ve always preferred playing football to watching it. I’m an awful spectator.
I’m doing what feels to me to be right. That, I really do believe, is the only way to be happy in the long term. It’s really true that nothing is ever completely straight forward. You don’t follow a perfectly linear path. Sometime you are forced to take steps backwards. Sometimes you go off track, you can’t avoid it but, with a centering vision of where you want to go and how you want your life to be, you can’t help but keep coming back to it and moving forward. And that’s worth everything, despite taking longer to get there than you had imagined.