Two things.
One. I am addicted to rolled oats soaked in plain Greek yogurt and cinnamon.
I prepared one for the bunso but he doesn't seem to show interest in it. It was so good that I had to ask the husband to buy more for my own consumption. Whatever I eat, the baby eats anyway.
Two. I am on a diet.I fell off the the world for a bit, but for one good reason.
Last February, we opened our online toy store and I became too preoccupied ever since. I have been doing feasibility studies, market research, financial mapping, and business plan—which is actually just daydreaming about making it big. And all these were things that seemed insane the past few weeks.
I am so active on Facebook nowadays. You see, I have been replying to every inquiry on every listing I made. It's tedious, honestly. Especially when the answers to those inquiries have already been posted. But I'm not complaining. If anything, I would like to keep those "hm?" and "available pa?" coming, and hope that Facebook will not flag me for replying with the same line over and over again. Please check your inbox. Thank you. :)
Exactly one week ago, we launched our new online shop. We gained almost 500 followers and made sales. We have also restocked some items as most of the crowd favorites were easily sold out. All in less than a week. Not bad. Not bad at all.
| The Little Red Lion comes from the names of our sons, Red and Lionel. |
Jan, on the other hand, must be overwhelmed. He is currently the runner and has been all over the city since we haven't found a reliable delivery partner yet. Not to mention, he is also the financer. But I'm sure he'll get the hang of it in no time.
I know this is not the best time to open a business but I guess the desire to earn money on my own stems from the fact that I DON'T LIKE ASKING FROM THE HUSBAND. Sure, he can provide well. He can pay for the useless things I purchase with no questions asked. But damn. I'm not used to it. I don't want to get used to it.
If we want to go back to Japan or visit the USA with our kids once this pandemic is over, then I have to help him with the finances. He already has too much on his plate. House, car, bills, baby essentials, tuition, weekly groceries, and loads of cat food. Since I still can't commit to a full-time job and making money through blogging is not as lucrative as I have hoped it would be, I'll give this higher level of adulting a try. Who knows? One day I might not need a nine-to-five job anymore.
I have been reading someone lately. And it's not because he is famous nor do I find his life interesting. I know this blog can be described exactly the same way, but nope, this is not about me. He was also a competitor from the last blogging contest I joined. And even though I wanted to win against a pool of professional writers, seasoned bloggers, and journalists, I rooted for him—whom I had never heard of before. He won, unsurprisingly.
I would say I am a fan. I don’t remember the last time I engulfed myself into reading as much as I did his blog. He can write topics that can set off cricket noises without boring the reader at all. And the more I read, the more it becomes clear how my writing is a million light years away from his.
