When I was 8 years old, I started my very own business called Odd Bod Jobs…I offered my family and friends a range of (odd) services like
- bringing in the newspaper (10 cents) and peeling the impossible-to-peel plastic from it and leaving it on the dining table (additional 5 cents).
- cleaning mum’s wallet and throwing old receipts and reorganising her cards ($1)
- fishing out cane toads from the swimming pool ($3)
The list was endless and funny and I loved it…I created receipts, had a timetable of services, calculated weekly profits and even gave bulk order discounts. It may sound simple but this was before smartphones or computers were common…I would spend hours thinking about it and then implemented each task and followed through. It was so much fun, good pocket money for me and saved my family some tedious chores. I remember I had a little money tin that I would keep adding to each day and it made me so proud to feel it get heavier. I don’t even remember what I did with that money, I don’t think it was really about the money. I loved the feeling of having ownership, of helping someone and of being appreciated. I remember the joy I got from being creative, putting that creativity to use and being rewarded for it. My parents always said that I would be good at business but I got busy with life and didn’t have the chance to really think about it more. I didn’t have time to stray from the planned life. And then, our little baby came along….for the first time since I was eight, I felt like I had the time and mental capacity to really think about what I wanted to do with myself. My creative spirit started pushing out from within and I listened to it…and this is where it has brought me…sometimes I stay up at night and think of the possibilities…the world really can be your oyster