Obligatory Blog Post (Because My Wife Told Me To Write While She's At Work)

I have had zero motivation to write for the past few months. I'd offer an insincere apology, but here's a quick recap of June - August instead.

June - Saw huge growth in new clientele. 2018 Best of Boise 3rd Place quickly bolstered our reputation alongside an approachable online experience.

July - Boise temperatures reached triple digits, and hot weather means the hair typically comes off in greater quantity. Building off of our solid reputation, we began the heaviest season of the industry in the same year that our community has seen the most residential growth. Every day is now a busy day, this is the new normal. I posted a job to fill the 4th chair. Growth is happening so much faster than I planned. 

August - Interviewing and onboarding. This is familiar to what I've done in the past, but a completely new experience. Jimbo and Chase were no-brainers for me to bring into the shop. We had been friends and peers long before I had even started working at the salon, so they had already built a good deal of trust with me. But now, the 4th barber is a new person coming into the space that I created. It's the first time I felt like I'm truly hiring someone for my first business, and I don't want to ruin it. So needless to say, that has been a god awful amount of self-induced anxiety. 

My lack of motivation really comes from having less time to sit down and write,  and when I do write, I become my own worst critic and delete the post before anybody ever reads it. To more adequately describe my feelings, here's a video I made with the physical embodiment of distraction paired with the most appropriate song I know.

That video was a ton of fun to make, but my car popped a tire coming out of the canyon. For the first time in my adult life, I needed to change a spare. I called my wife to let her know about the tire, and she reminded me that my jack was underneath the driver's seat. 

My dad showed me how to change a flat on a 1986 Chevy Nova when I was 18. It was one of those things that most dads do with their sons at some point in their life, but it was a lesson taught with the hope that I would never NEED to know how to do it, but I'd be glad that I was capable of doing it should the time arise.

14 years later, my tire pops in the middle of the desert during the middle of the day. I called the closest tow company, and they said they had a stack of service requests and it would be at least 4 hours before they could be out. I called a tow company from back in Boise, and they informed me of the costly venture of their mileage rate. I guess it's finally time to listen to my dad's advice.

30 minutes and I was on my way to Les Schwab. The nice thing is that my wife was hassling me to buy a new set of tires before winter comes, so I went ahead and checked that off my to-do list. 

Life throws curve balls, it simply happens. How you respond is up to you.