This was, to my recollection, my very first time eating crow. I felt awful. I felt kind of like Tanya was going to kick my ass, but she didn't. Maybe she saw the look in my eyes and at 7 or 8 years old could already recognize honest remorse and pure humiliation and shame.

When I first launched my business I was guilty of defeatist thinking. “Will people think I’m a sell-out?" "Will they think I’m annoying?" "What if no one wants to buy the products?”

That type of thinking made me take like two or three weeks to really start posting about my business after I made the initial investment.

Guess what happened? Two people that I consider friends/family expressed a negative view of what I was doing. Two.