Ice Baths are Stupid

I’ve never run a marathon.

Never done a 5am ice bath. Never done an ice bath. In fact if the hot water runs out while I’m showering I’m outta that shower quicker than I could run a marathon.

The thought of getting up at 5am to get the most out of my day while the rest of the world sleeps is my idea of torture.

I’ve not burnt my business to the ground to build another one bigger and better. I’ve not made squillions.

Some years have been pretty brilliant. I’ve made some brilliant decisions. I’ve also beaten myself up over some bonkers decisions.

I have never 10x’d my income in 10 seconds due to a secret recipe.

Most years I’ve been able to be really flexible so when the kids needed 626282 trips to a&e, I’ve been able to drop everything and run (after arguing with Mrs Trunchball on reception as to whether they really needed to go).

I’ve had really good years and some pretty fly by the seat of ya pants years.

I’ve grafted. And sometimes I haven’t. Sometimes I’ve worked all the hours known to (wo)man. Sometimes I’ve chucked it in the f@ck it bucket and wondered what the beejesus I’m doing (then quickly remembered it’s all on me and grafted again).

I’ve plot twisted a lot but a lot less than I’ve ever been asked what’s for tea. I’ve rewritten the rule book for me and then looked around and wondered if I should have written it a different way.

Some days I’ve felt on top of the world and like a proper grown up business woman.

Some days I’ve looked around wondering if someone was coming to save me and make it all better. And felt like I’m proper winging it.

Sometimes I’ve been so nailed on with my purpose it’s driven my every moment of every day, some days I’ve not given a flying banana and just gone through the motions.

Sometimes I’ve had all the energy inclination and passion, some days I’ve survived on coffee.

Most days I blinking love what I do.
Also if I won the lottery you probably wouldn’t see me for dust. Id probably carry on with my podcast and have a proper fancy studio. I’d maybe wave at you now and again from my house in Cornwall with massive windows overlooking the sea.

If I could get my kids to live at home forever I probably would. (If they could also put their plates in the dishwasher). If I could turn back time so the eldest didn’t have to live through her accident and PTSD and trauma, I definitely would.

I’m here for the reality, the normality, the duality. The unfiltered. The no nonsense. The swears.

Let’s normalise what it’s like running a business, leading a business.

It’s why I started FoundHer Fire.