Getting ready for the tradeshow season is a mess. It shouldn't be and every year we think we are totally going to be ready and then January comes and we feel like Spring is already on our heels!
This year at least we won't be launching a ridiculous amount of products, we are in fact only cleaning up our act and making things finally make sense.
Things should be a lot better this year, we just received an email from the restaurant chain we have been working so hard to sell to, they really should have our green tea powder, but at the moment they are only touching on the tendered product, which is awesome, we love to create new things and tendering allows us to do just that. But... the green tea, seriously, they would have people blogging about this, they could make a big fuss about it! They would have FANS! But how to show them this? How to create a following for a product? Innocent smoothies got it right, but somehow that seems like a cinderella story, seriously, what are the chances of anyone finding our glass slipper or of us finding an "ada madrina?!" pretty slim methinks.
Off the grinder...
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Can this be the year?!
As 2013 ended and we welcomed 2014, the cliches start rolling in. Singing, feeling depressed, feeling like you didn't quite achieve what you wanted to achieve last year all start flooding in. At this point, you start thinking, 2014, now.. this is my year!
Can it be the case? What does this mean? For me it's too simple. Health and Money. I want another year of having everybody I know enjoy a happy and healthy year. It is so cliche, I know, but that's what really matters. Having said that, I know that having money (lots and lots of it) is exactly what I need. Everything would be better with just a bit more in the bank.
Fine. I should also say loose weight. I really should. Although, having more money, one could argue, would really fix this too as I wouldn't have to penny pinch everything at the supermarket and I could buy as many green vegetables and chicken breasts as I very well please instead of worrying if what I'm buying fits into our £25 a month budget.
Today it's the 6th. It's the first day off the couch in nearly a week, not counting of course tennis and shopping which were the highlight of the season.
First things first, set some goals. Where do I want to be in January 2015? What does my life look like? What does it REALLY look like, not what do I think would really sound good for it to look like, if that makes any sense. Cut the bullshit and get on with it type of situation.
I am a size UK14, that's realistic, not too difficult. UK12 if I decide midway through the year I really need to crank things up. Long hair. I'm not cutting the bastard this year! We have the exact same shitty life, but with one major difference, we have the house back in Vancouver. All the stuff is out of the storage and Agavito is back in its home. We still have a tight budget for everything, but hey, we live in 2 continents, so... whatever. Also, I'm fit. Not fit like UK fit, I mean fit as in things don't hurt and I'm strong again. I can do everything! I can move, lift, etc. We are also selling our teas into 5 markets.
Life is not perfect, but it's getting there. Ok, still 12 months until that statement is true, and it's going to be tough, but bring it on I say. BRING IT ON.
Can it be the case? What does this mean? For me it's too simple. Health and Money. I want another year of having everybody I know enjoy a happy and healthy year. It is so cliche, I know, but that's what really matters. Having said that, I know that having money (lots and lots of it) is exactly what I need. Everything would be better with just a bit more in the bank.
Fine. I should also say loose weight. I really should. Although, having more money, one could argue, would really fix this too as I wouldn't have to penny pinch everything at the supermarket and I could buy as many green vegetables and chicken breasts as I very well please instead of worrying if what I'm buying fits into our £25 a month budget.
Today it's the 6th. It's the first day off the couch in nearly a week, not counting of course tennis and shopping which were the highlight of the season.
First things first, set some goals. Where do I want to be in January 2015? What does my life look like? What does it REALLY look like, not what do I think would really sound good for it to look like, if that makes any sense. Cut the bullshit and get on with it type of situation.
I am a size UK14, that's realistic, not too difficult. UK12 if I decide midway through the year I really need to crank things up. Long hair. I'm not cutting the bastard this year! We have the exact same shitty life, but with one major difference, we have the house back in Vancouver. All the stuff is out of the storage and Agavito is back in its home. We still have a tight budget for everything, but hey, we live in 2 continents, so... whatever. Also, I'm fit. Not fit like UK fit, I mean fit as in things don't hurt and I'm strong again. I can do everything! I can move, lift, etc. We are also selling our teas into 5 markets.
Life is not perfect, but it's getting there. Ok, still 12 months until that statement is true, and it's going to be tough, but bring it on I say. BRING IT ON.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Can I please just blog?
Today I was wondering, why on Earth is it so difficult to sit in front of the computer and blog?! I am passionate about my writing, I have absolutely no friends to hang out with (my closest friend lives in a completely different time zone), I have a good computer and plenty to complain about.
So what is it? What stops me?
I can come up with a thousand reasons, but the fact of the matter is, I just don't.
My Turkey went out last night, his friend is visiting and I'm so jealous I can't even think straight. But, if I really think about it... his friend hasn't visited us since we moved to this side of the Country, and he only came to visit us once when we were on the other side. We see my friend at the other side of the World a lot more often than we see him. So why am I so jealous?
Again, I can come up with a thousand reasons, but the fact of the matter is, I just am.
I'm starting to spot a trend. I seem to do (or not do) all these things and feel all these emotions without ever really understanding why, so then, a few months down the road, I do something or say something stupid that then makes me do, or feel even worse. And I never do anything about it.
Do I complain too much? Absolutely! I know I do!
I've been sending messages to every friend I can think of, trying to schedule skype calls, and it feels like I'm a debt collector chasing payees. Nobody picks up, nobody replies, nobody really cares!
Am I surprised? Not one bit. Does it hurt? Every time. I feel that there is nothing I can do about it. I can't create a life that has other people in it because I am let down every single time. Why bother?
Facebook. The enemy. I see people's lives, how full they are, how full of love and joy. I see my facebook page, it's all complaining about this that or the other. No real life. But obviously nobody is going to put on the social page how miserable they may really be! Of course not! They are going to put things there that they want other people to see, so they can show how wonderful their lives are.
It's so medieval it's funny when you truly think abou it. Everybody gets to be a courtier. Everybody gets to show off how powerful they are, and if you are not in that circle, you are a peasant with holes in your shoes and rotten teeth.
I'm a peasant with rotten teeth.
So what is it? What stops me?
I can come up with a thousand reasons, but the fact of the matter is, I just don't.
My Turkey went out last night, his friend is visiting and I'm so jealous I can't even think straight. But, if I really think about it... his friend hasn't visited us since we moved to this side of the Country, and he only came to visit us once when we were on the other side. We see my friend at the other side of the World a lot more often than we see him. So why am I so jealous?
Again, I can come up with a thousand reasons, but the fact of the matter is, I just am.
I'm starting to spot a trend. I seem to do (or not do) all these things and feel all these emotions without ever really understanding why, so then, a few months down the road, I do something or say something stupid that then makes me do, or feel even worse. And I never do anything about it.
Do I complain too much? Absolutely! I know I do!
I've been sending messages to every friend I can think of, trying to schedule skype calls, and it feels like I'm a debt collector chasing payees. Nobody picks up, nobody replies, nobody really cares!
Am I surprised? Not one bit. Does it hurt? Every time. I feel that there is nothing I can do about it. I can't create a life that has other people in it because I am let down every single time. Why bother?
Facebook. The enemy. I see people's lives, how full they are, how full of love and joy. I see my facebook page, it's all complaining about this that or the other. No real life. But obviously nobody is going to put on the social page how miserable they may really be! Of course not! They are going to put things there that they want other people to see, so they can show how wonderful their lives are.
It's so medieval it's funny when you truly think abou it. Everybody gets to be a courtier. Everybody gets to show off how powerful they are, and if you are not in that circle, you are a peasant with holes in your shoes and rotten teeth.
I'm a peasant with rotten teeth.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Last Week in Vancouver
This is it. Just a few more days.
As we were approaching the runway at YVR at the end of October 2012, the sun was shining, the mountains were in full view, snow covered the tips and my heart beat with excitement. I was so giddy. I couldn't wait to get home.
That day, we had many errands to run, from booking the internet/phone connection, to sorting out the fireplace issues at our property which is currently let, we stayed awake for over 48 hours. But I was so glad and excited to be home that I didn't notice, I was numb with joy.
I had the biggest lunch of Spicy Tuna Sashimi at the McSushi close to my mom's apartment. This was the best day ever.
The next day, we woke up got ready grabbed a cab, rode the sea bus and then the sky train straight back to YVR. But I wasn't worried, in a little over 2 weeks I would be back again. I had many many days ahead that I would take advantage of everything!
I saw people, I ate sushi, I watched movies, I drank wine, I even had jagger bombs!
It was so amazing to get to have a bit of balance in life, my husband and I started working 10-14 hours 7 days a week but we also began going out more. We danced and we laughed!
My Turk had the most fun he as ever had at a New Year's party. He was like the young man I never had the chance to meet and I loved every bit of it.
I always give him a hard time because he always acts like a 10 year old and that make me feel like a mom. But I'm glad he does. I'm glad he is crazy, fun and so silly! He's the perfect Ying to my Yang!
But now... just a week to go, it is all sinking in. The apartment is still the mess we found when we first walked in and hated the idea of having to stay here. The kitchen is not finished as I wanted. I didn't see everyone I wanted to see. I didn't watch as many movies as I would have wanted to and I certainly did not eat as much sushi as I could have.
What happened?
The new baby was born. I introduce to you, Zacely Limited. Our very own brain child!
As we were approaching the runway at YVR at the end of October 2012, the sun was shining, the mountains were in full view, snow covered the tips and my heart beat with excitement. I was so giddy. I couldn't wait to get home.
That day, we had many errands to run, from booking the internet/phone connection, to sorting out the fireplace issues at our property which is currently let, we stayed awake for over 48 hours. But I was so glad and excited to be home that I didn't notice, I was numb with joy.
The next day, we woke up got ready grabbed a cab, rode the sea bus and then the sky train straight back to YVR. But I wasn't worried, in a little over 2 weeks I would be back again. I had many many days ahead that I would take advantage of everything!
I saw people, I ate sushi, I watched movies, I drank wine, I even had jagger bombs!
It was so amazing to get to have a bit of balance in life, my husband and I started working 10-14 hours 7 days a week but we also began going out more. We danced and we laughed!
My Turk had the most fun he as ever had at a New Year's party. He was like the young man I never had the chance to meet and I loved every bit of it.
I always give him a hard time because he always acts like a 10 year old and that make me feel like a mom. But I'm glad he does. I'm glad he is crazy, fun and so silly! He's the perfect Ying to my Yang!
What happened?
The new baby was born. I introduce to you, Zacely Limited. Our very own brain child!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Tea Pee Tea Pee Tea...
Apologies for the rude title....
I'm just speaking from the heart.
Life is moving on... things are changing... and I have found the new meaning of Tea. It's not only my business, my future, my new love, it is my new way of living and looking at things.
New cup of tea... new cycle of pee. You brew a cup, you drink a cup you wait a little bit you go to the toilet it comes out. The more tea you drink the more time you spend in the toilet. Not all tea is great, some is amazing... but no matter what it all ends up going through.
Isn't that the case with everything in life?
There's antioxidant ones, there's some that can get you high, fruity, bitter, strong, medicinal... the best and the worst of it stays with you but the majority just goes right through. And even the core stuff that sticks around for a bit longer, eventually comes out too.
Nothing lasts forever! This could totally be depressing, but somehow it isn't.
I just turned 30, I'm probably going through some sort of psychological panic or something, but I feel as calm as ever, and as happy as always. Stressed beyond anything imaginable, if I could afford it I would check myself into a recovery home claiming exhaustion, but that's only for overly paid under fed celebrities. I'm real, and definitely not under fed, so bummer, I have to stick it through and somehow come out the other side.
So many new plans, so many changes... never enough time to write! Maybe one day I can just pay someone to write for me instead? Let's keep working and pay off the bills first I suppose!
I'm just speaking from the heart.
Life is moving on... things are changing... and I have found the new meaning of Tea. It's not only my business, my future, my new love, it is my new way of living and looking at things.
New cup of tea... new cycle of pee. You brew a cup, you drink a cup you wait a little bit you go to the toilet it comes out. The more tea you drink the more time you spend in the toilet. Not all tea is great, some is amazing... but no matter what it all ends up going through.
There's antioxidant ones, there's some that can get you high, fruity, bitter, strong, medicinal... the best and the worst of it stays with you but the majority just goes right through. And even the core stuff that sticks around for a bit longer, eventually comes out too.
Nothing lasts forever! This could totally be depressing, but somehow it isn't.
I just turned 30, I'm probably going through some sort of psychological panic or something, but I feel as calm as ever, and as happy as always. Stressed beyond anything imaginable, if I could afford it I would check myself into a recovery home claiming exhaustion, but that's only for overly paid under fed celebrities. I'm real, and definitely not under fed, so bummer, I have to stick it through and somehow come out the other side.
So many new plans, so many changes... never enough time to write! Maybe one day I can just pay someone to write for me instead? Let's keep working and pay off the bills first I suppose!
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
I'm 30!
My biggest one so far!
I feel old. I feel poor. I feel... the happiest I have ever felt! I don't know how, I don't know why, I just do.
I'm ready for the next 10 years of my life. Bring them on. All I ask for is health and happiness to those I love, that's it. That's all I want. I am now old enough to realise that at the end that's all that matters and it's a very selfish request at the same time as I want them to be healthy and happy so that I can stay as happy as I feel today.
For my birthday, I planned a party and I asked my guests to dress up as whatever it is they wanted to be. Everyone embraced it and loved the idea! There were about 15 people at the party, I cooked and my friend hosted. We played charades, we drank sangria, and I had a lot of fun. It wasn't a crazy party it was a happy party, my sister should have been there, and she was missed but she also makes me feel uncomfortable, judged, so in a way I'm glad she wasn't. But I did miss her.
I received gifts, a friend baked me a cake and my Turk was there to share everything with me!
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| He got me this lovely coat... he knows I don't like them black! |
He also got me a gift certificate for fondue, both cheese and chocolate and we went in January! He knows me just too well!!
We saw this movie, which was weird... just like I like them!
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Hungry very hungry
It's hard to know where to start. Finding time for writing here is getting harder and harder! I'm a busy girl. But then I think, everybody always says they are busy... am I really and truly busy?
I am a director at my own company. It's a small business but with big plans. Travel is a must and very unavoidable. This year alone I have been to almost every continent including the tip of Antartica, only Australia/South East Asia/South Pacific kind of area was a bit too far. My passport is new and it looks as if I have had it already for 5 years. The traveling schedule added to the fact that I live more and more between two continents makes everything feel really busy!
I am not complaining, not really anyway. Although I'm exhausted my life is exciting. It is thrilling, stressful, blissful, happy, sad and everything in between. I look at other people's lives and I can't see myself conforming to any of them. I can't picture myself with a 9-5 job in the same city, the same area as I grew up in. My job is 9-5, but it isn't. I work 24hrs/day 7 days/week, and to be honest I love it. The blood, the sweat, the tears... all worth it.
One little problem of course, I don't make as much money as I would want. The last 3 months have been completely focused on trying to come up with a plan to change this. I am turing 30 in just a few days and just like everybody else I'm freaking out because I want a mini cooper and I can't buy one. My husband and business partner can't surprise me with one. I'll be lucky if I get a nice pair of boots or coat, and when I say nice I don't mean Dior nice. I mean Aldo nice. This is depressing. Very very depressing.
I have cried. I have hyperventilated. I have panicked. I have done all of that as I prepare myself to the realization that making money is a lot harder than I thought. But, then I stopped. It isn't that hard.. is it? Not really. I travel a lot. I speak 3 and a bit languages. I have lived in Mexico, USA, France, UK, Canada and are now getting extremely familiar with business and society in Hong Kong, China and Taiwan. All I really need to do is think. Right?
So I did. I have a plan. I have a vision. A change of direction and I can make 50% of that happen. If only I had more money! I have a fab idea for a global business but I can't quite make it happen. Where do I start? What do I do? That... I don't know yet.
I am not that person that sits and waits for things to happen. I'm not the person that sits and complains. I'm the crazy girl that gets up gets messy, cries, panics and then pretends to know exactly what she wants while getting everything so wrong, and believe me when things can go wrong they will, they always do! But.. that's me. Messy, crazy, frustrated, fidgety and easily bored.
And that's why I'm busy. Because I don't like to be bored. I don't like to sit down, I can't. That makes sense. Our lives are as busy as we make them, which is why everybody is always so busy. What busy is to someone may not be to someone else, it's always up to the individual to determine the breaking level. But I always think there is more room to do more. Ask my white hairs that seem to be coming out right in the middle of the top of my head. The plan now? Make every white hair that comes out be representative of £10,000!
Good plan I say.
I am a director at my own company. It's a small business but with big plans. Travel is a must and very unavoidable. This year alone I have been to almost every continent including the tip of Antartica, only Australia/South East Asia/South Pacific kind of area was a bit too far. My passport is new and it looks as if I have had it already for 5 years. The traveling schedule added to the fact that I live more and more between two continents makes everything feel really busy!
I am not complaining, not really anyway. Although I'm exhausted my life is exciting. It is thrilling, stressful, blissful, happy, sad and everything in between. I look at other people's lives and I can't see myself conforming to any of them. I can't picture myself with a 9-5 job in the same city, the same area as I grew up in. My job is 9-5, but it isn't. I work 24hrs/day 7 days/week, and to be honest I love it. The blood, the sweat, the tears... all worth it.
One little problem of course, I don't make as much money as I would want. The last 3 months have been completely focused on trying to come up with a plan to change this. I am turing 30 in just a few days and just like everybody else I'm freaking out because I want a mini cooper and I can't buy one. My husband and business partner can't surprise me with one. I'll be lucky if I get a nice pair of boots or coat, and when I say nice I don't mean Dior nice. I mean Aldo nice. This is depressing. Very very depressing.
I have cried. I have hyperventilated. I have panicked. I have done all of that as I prepare myself to the realization that making money is a lot harder than I thought. But, then I stopped. It isn't that hard.. is it? Not really. I travel a lot. I speak 3 and a bit languages. I have lived in Mexico, USA, France, UK, Canada and are now getting extremely familiar with business and society in Hong Kong, China and Taiwan. All I really need to do is think. Right?
So I did. I have a plan. I have a vision. A change of direction and I can make 50% of that happen. If only I had more money! I have a fab idea for a global business but I can't quite make it happen. Where do I start? What do I do? That... I don't know yet.
I am not that person that sits and waits for things to happen. I'm not the person that sits and complains. I'm the crazy girl that gets up gets messy, cries, panics and then pretends to know exactly what she wants while getting everything so wrong, and believe me when things can go wrong they will, they always do! But.. that's me. Messy, crazy, frustrated, fidgety and easily bored.
And that's why I'm busy. Because I don't like to be bored. I don't like to sit down, I can't. That makes sense. Our lives are as busy as we make them, which is why everybody is always so busy. What busy is to someone may not be to someone else, it's always up to the individual to determine the breaking level. But I always think there is more room to do more. Ask my white hairs that seem to be coming out right in the middle of the top of my head. The plan now? Make every white hair that comes out be representative of £10,000!
Good plan I say.
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