I’ll admit, I’m a little restless. The pandemic for me has been a wall that I crashed into, stopping with heartbreaking suddenness the growth of my business.
My business was humming along and I was meeting my goals when the pandemic began and suddenly I went from selling three cars a month to selling one every two months.
“But Bonnie,” you say, “I thought car sales were up! I see new cars all over the place.”
You’re right. Car sales are up. Just not for me. I’ve been watching my mentor sell car after car, but he’s been in the business for more than 20 years. I’ve been in it for just over two and unlike dealerships, clients don’t just wander into our office looking for a car. People have to know they can come to me. It takes time to build up that kind of clientele.
I know better than to say the pandemic ruined my career. I’ve spent the year trying to find new ways to find clients that work better in a socially distanced world and I’ve had some success. But it sure is disheartening to feel like I’m starting all over again.
Times like this always make me want to move on. I start asking myself questions and wondering if the grass is greener somewhere else.
Should I quit and do something else? Should I find myself a quiet little homestead on the plains and eke out a frugal living selling eggs and space to camp? It would be so much more peaceful and I could stay home with my animals more. Selling cars is hard.
Why am I doing this?
Well, that’s a good question. Why am I doing this? Let’s answer it.
- To make money. I can do a lot of good things with money.
- To teach this valuable skill to others. People can support themselves and their families with sales skills.
- Because a lot of people have invested a lot of time and faith in me. I don’t want to let them down.
Very well. I won’t quit.
But I might still buy a homestead. I want a rooster and money can buy roosters.