When I first decided I wanted to launch the SheHive, my mentor invited me to come talk to him about my idea - but only if I brought a prototype with me. The SheHive was, in my original vision, a three-story Victorian home, so I got the idea to layout my prototype in a doll house. I'd decorate each room the way I saw the SheHive in my head.
Only problem? I had just quit my job - I didn't have the money to buy a doll house at the time. (Well, I did - but my money views were very skewed at the time). So I opted to lay out my dream in a $2.69 green, spiral sketchbook with a dolphin on the cover from Rite Aid.
Before launching the SheHive, I worked full-time while volunteering 20+ hours a week on Mayor Duggan’s first Mayoral campaign while also going to grad school. I’m accustomed to working long hours and derive a good deal of personal satisfaction from working hard on causes that truly matter to me.
I swore to myself I would take time off after finishing grad school to rest. It lasted all of a month or two before I quit my job and launched both a consulting practice and the SheHive. Once the SheHive felt established enough, I returned to work and, for the past nine months, I’ve consulted three days a week for a large automotive while also continuing my work at the SheHive. In January I intentionally started blocking out full days on my calendar every week for self-care.
Sometimes I even honored them.
Long before there was a SheHive, there was The Mighty Girlfriends Club - a group of friends I invited to gather at a restaurant on the west side to “make stuff happen.” I asked everyone to bring a list of 100 things they wanted to do in their life time and share it at our first gathering - the thought being that, wherever a group of women gather, someone knows how to “make stuff happen.”
And I wasn’t disappointed. Nearly all of us had “shoot a gun” on our list (ironic considering how incredibly left-leaning my circle is) and, of course, someone in the room knew how to make it happen. One girlfriend’s brother was a certified firearms instructor. A few weeks later he and his wife (also a certified instructor) escorted a group of us to a local firing range, brought along a gaggle of guns, and one-by-one showed us how to properly load, shoot and unload a gun.
And by the way, I don’t ev-ah need to do that again.