I Think I’m Allowed to Change My Mind.

I change my mind. (Key Cole voice 🤣🤣😭)

A lot.

There. I said it.

And for somebody who can spend an unreasonable amount of time researching something before making a decision, you would think all that research would prevent this.

It does not. 😂

I can research it.

Compare it.

Make a spreadsheet about it.

Read reviews.

Think about it.

Sleep on it.

Make a decision.

And six months later say:

Yeah… I don’t want that anymore.

For a long time, I thought that was a problem.

Especially in business.

Because we’re constantly told to be consistent.

Pick your lane.

Stick to the plan.

Stay focused.

Don’t confuse your audience.

And listen—I understand why.

You can’t wake up selling tea on Monday, decide you’re opening a shoe store Wednesday, and announce by Friday that you’re breeding pit bulls.

Although…

Gramee was pretty damn convincing.

Biggest pit bull ever and somehow convinced she was everybody’s baby. Sweet as could be and absolutely nothing like what people expected when they heard pit bull.

So actually, let me stop before I talk myself into another business.

See? This is exactly how it happens. 😂

But changing isn’t always inconsistency.

Sometimes you just know more now.

That’s what I’m starting to understand.

The version of me who had an idea in 2016 didn’t know what I know now.

The version of me who brought Sipsy to life in 2020 didn’t either.

Neither did the version building websites, choosing colors, playing with packaging and trying to figure out exactly what all of this was supposed to become.

Every version of me made decisions with the information she had.

I can’t be mad at her for that.

Actually, I’m thankful she made them.

Because without those decisions, I wouldn’t have enough information to change my mind now.

Some things still feel right.

That’s what I’m paying attention to.

Tea still feels right.

Curiosity still feels right.

Finding something I’ve never tried and immediately needing to know everything about it?

Unfortunately, VERY much still me.

Beautiful things make me happy.

Flavor makes me happy.

Culture makes me curious.

Creating makes me happy.

Finding something interesting and immediately wanting somebody else to experience it too?

That feels right.

And I’m starting to think maybe that feeling matters more than whether every detail looks exactly like I imagined it five years ago.

Because there are other things I’ve been holding onto simply because I already decided on them.

And that’s different.

Sometimes the only reason we keep doing something is because we’ve already spent time doing it.

Or money.

Whew.

Especially money. 😂

You start thinking:

But I already paid for…

But I already ordered…

But I already told everybody…

But I already built…

Okay.

And?

Maybe the question isn’t what I’ve already invested.

Maybe it’s:

Would I choose this again today?

Now THAT question will hurt your feelings a little bit.

Because sometimes the answer is no.

And then you’ve got another decision to make.

I’m learning that I don’t have to drag every old decision into every new season just because I once thought it was a good idea.

Some things were right for then.

Some ideas did exactly what they were supposed to do.

They taught me.

Paid me.

Introduced me to people.

Got me through something.

Showed me what I was good at.

And some showed me what I absolutely, positively, NEVER wanted to do again.

😂

That doesn’t make them mistakes.

It makes them information.

And Lord knows I love information.

I’m getting pickier about what gets my energy.

Maybe that’s age.

Maybe that’s experience.

Maybe I’m tired.

Probably a healthy combination of all three.

But I’m realizing I don’t want to build things simply because I can.

That’s dangerous territory for somebody with a million ideas.

Because Can I do it? is almost always the wrong question for me.

I’ll figure out how.

That has never really been the problem.

The better question is:

Do I actually want the life that comes with doing it?

Oof.

That’s different.

Because every business comes with a job attached.

Every idea eventually becomes somebody’s responsibility.

And if I’m the somebody…

I need to actually like the life I’m creating.

I don’t want to wake up one day surrounded by successful things I don’t even enjoy managing.

What kind of success is that?

So yes. I might change my mind.

I might change the packaging.

Change the colors.

Drop something.

Bring something back.

Decide one idea deserves more of me.

Decide another one has had enough.

I might look at something I was absolutely convinced about two years ago and say:

Girl… no.

😂

And I’m becoming okay with that.

Because I don’t think the goal is to spend the rest of my life proving that every decision I ever made was right.

I think the goal is to keep getting closer to what is right.

For the business.

For the life I want.

And, most importantly, for me.

So if that means changing my mind?

Fine.

I’ve had plenty of practice.

And apparently, if you give me enough time, I might change it again.

Mind your business. 😂