It was stress.
It was indulgence.
It was exhaustion.
It was quiet joy.
And somehow, it was deeply blessed.
I slept around 1 a.m. because the night before was for prepping Valentine’s orders, full house reset, laundry done, everything in its place. I like working in a clean space. I like waking up knowing the only thing left to do is execute.
By 6 a.m. I was up again.
Because if my clients are getting food from me, it will be fresh.
That’s non-negotiable.
Delivery after delivery, and let me say something that every business owner especially the ones with cars needs to hear:
I charged for delivery. Every single one.
Just because you can afford your car
does not mean your business should absorb the cost.
Petrol is business.
Mileage is business.
Wear and tear is business.
Profit is not what you collect, it’s what you protect.
And today, I protected mine.
This Valentine’s season I made a very intentional decision:
No OZ Events packages.
All the energy went into OZ Eats.
Not because I don’t love the little packages, I do but because I understand seasons.
Right now, food is what my people need.
In my culture, food will always win.
And more importantly, I cannot divide myself.
So I chose what is growing.
When I got back from the last delivery, I slept for four straight hours.
That sleep?
Luxury.
While I was resting, my Valentine’s gift arrived. I bought myself something techy and I’m genuinely excited to use it. This is the soft life I believe in:
Not waiting.
Not shrinking.
Not postponing joy.
Then something almost funny happened.
I realised I had not sat in my living room to watch TV once this entire year.
So I sat down.
And I put on The Rip.
Heart beating hard
Screaming
Pringles and Ice cream
Never enjoyed a movie this much since Warrior (Tom Hardy)
Loved it
I am a Ben Affleck girl 😄. I’ve watched almost everything he’s done. And seeing him and Matt Damon together again? It felt familiar. Comforting. Like watching people who have grown together still doing what they love.
I wasn’t working.
I wasn’t answering messages.
I wasn’t multitasking.
I was just sitting there in my reset house, resting.
And it felt new.
Of course, in true entrepreneur fashion, rest did not last forever.
A call came in.
A client waiting for a quote for a 40th birthday.
OZ Events.
And the beautiful part is how that job came.
Three weeks ago I was hosting an event and I went around introducing myself to people, even the ones who already knew me from church.
Because visibility is not introduction.
And that conversation turned into:
The décor
The small chops
The full booking
Always talk about what you do. Always.
Now I’m ending the night getting ready for church orders tomorrow, meat pies and I am genuinely excited.
Let me not pretend:
Nothing gives me joy like seeing effort turn into results.
This weekend was not fully restful.
I only slept properly for four hours.
But it was aligned.
It was fruitful.
It was soft in the middle of the hustle.
And that, to me, is the real soft life.
Not the aesthetic.
The ownership.
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