From Founder to Car Sales Women

It was one of those weeks where I felt like I'd been dragged across burning hot tar, tied to the back of a truck. We were so close to closing a deal that felt like my life depended on it. It didn't — but at the time, every fibre of me believed it did. Between that and the day-to-day grind of single parenting, I was truly, fully, fucking exhausted. The kind of exhausted where showing up to a Zoom call and trying to function as a business owner felt like like an Olympic event. I'd already cancelled a couple of meetings that day because I genuinely couldn't even.

It was 1:30pm and I decided I'd push through and jump on this one call — a girlfriend, but also someone I genuinely looked up to in business. She ran a successful events business, had navigated her own divorce and single parenting, and had somehow come out the other side, even ”winning the boyfriend lottery." Every chat with her left me buzzing with motivation and new ideas, so even though my energy was off, I figured this one was worth showing up for.

I jumped on the call. She was glowing, as usual, sitting in her light-filled office somewhere on the sunny Gold Coast, looking like she'd just stepped out of a skincare ad. I, on the other hand, felt like I looked like I hadn't slept in a week — because I hadn't — perched up on my dining table in my tiny Hawthorn apartment, hoping the camera angle would somehow conceal my dark circles and make my always messy hair look some what kept.

We started chatting, easing into what our weeks had looked like, when she just blurted it out: "This is so fucking hard. I literally feel like I need to get a job. Or better still, give it all up and just be a kept wife — clean the house, dinner on the table, and a couple of blowjobs a week. It has to be easier than this."

I burst out laughing, but there was real relief underneath it. This is a woman whose business turns over $125K a month, and she still has moments where she wants to burn the whole thing to the fucking ground and go work a nine-to-five instead. The night before, I'd had a complete Menty B of my own — jumped on Seek at midnight and applied for ten completely random jobs. I don't even remember what half of them were. One was a luxury car sales role. I have never sold a car in my life, nor do I know anything about them, besides driving one.

The thought of actually going back to work for someone else, as an entrepreneur, feels like walking through the fiery gates of hell. The ultimate failure — or at least it feels that way at 2am after a day that's kicked you to the ground. But sitting there laughing with her, made me think; it doesn't matter how much money you make, or how successful your business looks from the outside — it can all be lost overnight. And it doesn't matter how hard you're struggling, because that can all change overnight too. It’s never about the money. It's about how resilient you are, how quickly you can push through the hard times and keep moving forward, because one breakthrough can change absolutely everything.

After an hour on that call — bouncing ideas around, talking each other off our respective ledges — I came back to the rest of my day feeling inspired, ready to keep going. Funny how fast the shift can happen. One minute you're applying for a job selling luxury cars at midnight, and an hour later you're back in the game. Sometimes you can't get there alone. Sometimes it just takes one person who actually gets it, on the other end of a phone call, to remind you why you started in the first place.