Afia: Love & Small Business

Since returning from Ghana I’ve had absolutely no desire to blog. I apologize to the few people consistently reading, but you can’t force these things.

I’ve been metaphorically comparing running a small business to the way my Dad reflected on marriage: “If people knew how hard it was going to be going into it, they’d never do it. But it’s still a beautiful and rewarding thing.”

People told me starting a business would be hard, but I didn’t really understand what that meant, nor did I care. I was/am like starry-eyed aspiring music journalist William Miller in the movie Almost Famous. Experienced and slightly jaded music critic Lester Bangs evaluates the fresh meat and advises his passion-pursuing protege: “You should just turn around and go be a lawyer or something….but I can tell by your face that you’re not going to do that.”

I am more in my element than ever. This is what I was born to do…but man, it’s hard as sh*&t!! We’re talking 18 hours a day, 7 days a week. Beans for every meal, paying for cups of coffee with nickels and pennies, spending nights on airport lounge chairs… But would I have it any other way? Absolutely not. I have never once thought “I can’t do this,” but rather, “how can I do this?” In contrast, every single day of my corporate job I thought: “I can’t do this for one more day.”

Synopsis of the past two months:

A photoshoot: