You’re a creative mompreneur, and your time is limited. You started working for yourself to build a better future. Now you feel stuck working in the business instead of working to grow the business itself.
You’re busy working on building and growing your creative business. Your child comes to you to ask you to play. “Not right now.” You said. You see tears start to well in their eyes. You rarely have the time to play while your child still wants to be with you. You feel conflicted and guilty about how you spend your time right now.
You wake up every day with more tasks to complete and not enough time to get everything done. You aren’t just building a business. You’re changing your family’s future and opening up possibilities for your children. You just want the chance to see them grow up too.
Hey, Mama. We’re in this together.
Hello. I’m Stefanie! I’m a writer and editor for mothers who are trying to grow their creative business while creating blog content. They know they need to be more visible online but don’t have time to create great content. I write and edit their content for them so they can focus on the work they do best and grow their business.
I was born partially deaf in both ears.
I learned to speak by learning to read the sounds of the alphabet with phonics. My family and friends enjoy the made-up words I come up with. Unfortunately, elementary classmates teased me until I decided to not wear hearing aids anymore.
The teasing escalated into bullying in 5th grade and worse still in 6th grade when my writing journal was stolen. Nothing was overly private, though much of the contents were misinterpreted.
Friends passed the journal around. I was alone. The bullying became unbearable.
A new life was ahead.
Fast forward to a new middle school, I discovered many word games and creative writing styles that I enjoyed experimenting with in English class. I picked up a dictionary and a thesaurus to start my personal library collection. I would flip through these pages to learn more about the English language for fun.
In high school, teachers suspected plagiarism in my writing until they heard my backstory. “No wonder you knew so many advanced words and applied them to your writing so well,” they’d say during parent-teacher conferences.
I started looking at my classmates’ papers. First, I would offer free editing advice if they wanted it. Second, I would take all of their writing on average and compare to my papers.
I started toning down my writing style. This was when I first experimented with writing for certain reading levels. I’d read the newspaper and magazines to analyze the way they wrote. I mimicked a few pieces.
I knew and used too many complex words to naturally write so the average middle-school student could easily understand. My thesaurus helped me switch my writing with easier-to-understand words.
As a mom, I commonly “edit” my speech so that Baby Girl understands me. She is passively learning more vocabulary from my saying two sentences with a similar meaning in two very different ways.
A good writer is made, not born.
I switched from mastering academic writing to learning business writing in the healthcare industry. It was both easier and more boring than academic writing.
I knew my life was heading towards becoming a writer of some sort.
Do I write my daughter the memoir of my childhood? I once wanted to be an author when my friends wanted to be an actress, singer, or model. And I want Baby Girl to know my story of overcoming bullying and the resulting childhood depression and suicide attempts.
Do I become a blogger? It looked like a fun hobby I could get into with the increasing free time that I had with my girl’s growing independence.
I didn’t know what I wanted and so I fell into what I’d later learn was called a quarter-life crisis.
My life appeared perfect on the outside.
I had a wonderful husband, a beautiful two-year-old daughter, a cat and dog in our own home with hobbies, friends, and well-paying jobs that served others.
Yet, I was left unsatisfied at the end of the day. I scrolled through Pinterest looking for beautiful pictures to make me happy when I see one that asked me if I might have postpartum PTSD.
I clicked through to the article and cried. I knew then that not only did I have postpartum PTSD too, but this woman inspired me to start a blog, any blog.
Her mission and personal story inspired me. She was the launching pad to learning about informal writing, the hardest writing style I’ve attempted yet.
Writing was easy. I’ve had a lot of practice with many different styles of writing. I took that ease for granted.
For once, I had to work hard to write good enough. I practiced. I was frustrated that it didn’t come to me easily. I worked hard to learn and improve the informal, conversational writing style.
Opportunities opened up after all of my hard work. How lucky!
I’m too young to have so many health issues, right?
I’ve already been diagnosed with migraines with aura, adjustment disorder, and menorrhagia. Four months after starting my dream job at a pediatric clinic, the migraines became debilitating. I missed a lot of work.
I sought a neurologist’s help. Turns out the migraines and menorrhagia were related.
It took a year before my new medications would effectively manage my symptoms. I missed a lot more work. I became stressed and guilty about the workload, the bills, the missed time watching my baby grow.
I was fired from that position. Two months later I secured another job at a large healthcare company. The commute was four times longer and the pay was less with a hard “No” to any negotiation attempts. My work made me feel like nothing more than a paper-pusher.
Nine months later, I struggled with the stress and worries of the holiday season. Every Christmas song that I heard on the T.V. or in the stores caused me to start raging like a mad bull. Noone and nothing was safe from my tempers.
I met a psychologist to help figure out the root issue and find better coping methods. The doctor diagnosed me with anxiety.
I had several migraines and panic attacks during this time frame. My supervisor gave me a written warning about my attendance. Oh, no!
Something had to change!
I started a free blog on finding friendships as an adult to learn how to run my own blogging website. I bought my first domain name in 2016. I had no idea what I was going to do with it.
I started exploring options. Did I need a niche? What were the most profitable niches? What could I write all day, every day about and not get tired or bored of?
I came across a few podcasts that eventually led me to hear the message to “start your business with services.” So I joined a challenge to help me find a service offer that would be in most alignment with me and who I am.
I started proofreading web content the following week. This business launched in 2017. That’s almost two years of trying to figure out the aimless blog before pivoting to a service-based business.
I worked for clients before going to the day job. I networked and did admin work during breaks. And I built my business in the evenings after Baby Girl went to bed.
I had so much fun working that I didn’t see the burnout coming.
I had only been in the office for two hours when my chest started to hurt. The pain was intense. I cried as I walked to the manager’s office. Between sobs I managed to tell him that I had to go to the emergency room.
A coworker drove me to the hospital. I called my husband on the drive to update him of my condition. I hear Baby Girl in the background and choke out, “I love you!” before hanging up. I honestly thought I was going to die.
A few hours later I was released from the hospital. I experienced a severe panic attack due to extreme levels of stress.
Something had to change, for real!
I spent the next few months planning my exit from the company. Any missed time became a test to see if they would fire me instead. I began pushing boundaries and became disappointed when my revolutionary ideas were celebrated, though rarely followed through.
I reached out to union group organizers to rock the boat by unionizing the department. I questioned the management about hiring, promotion, and pay issues in the department.
The problem was, I was too good of an employee. I did my job really well and was not as easily replaceable as my coworkers. My productivity numbers regularly “far exceeds expectations.”
I snapped during the annual pay raise meeting. I laughed in my supervisors’ face. I didn’t know what else I could do. The best they could give me was under 2% raise for my excellent work. It was not a raise, it was a cost of living increase. Just like the two previous years.
I held on for my exit strategy for another month before I decided I was done. Simply done. I’d had it for the company I worked for, the people I worked under, the people I worked with, and the people I helped across the various state lines.
I put in my two-week notice in July 2018. I worked just like I always did because my dad taught me about true hard work and integrity. When I walked out of the building on July 20th, I felt so light and carefree.
I didn’t have as much money saved as I hoped but I knew I could make the business work.
I listened and learned along the way.
I took what I learned in the 18 months and served other businesses. At first, I took on any business that came across my inbox that wanted my services. As I continued working with women more, I found I enjoyed their conversations most.
I found the most interesting conversations were with mothers. These conversations weren’t necessarily related to their business, but we’d feel the camaraderie of mompreneurship.
Every single one of these mothers had personal missions that would make me whoop and holler in full support. I wanted to support their business so they could support their families, help other women in trouble, or highlight the beauty and power of women. I took as much pride in proofreading their content as they did in growing their business.
I have experience in many masculine and feminine topics. My favorite blog posts to write encouraged creative storytelling with informative insights.
Within one year, I started feeling the limitations of proofreading content to help these amazing women.
Many on-page search engine optimization (SEO) tactics were either unknown or ignored. Formatting issues would be difficult to correct without overstepping the limited boundaries of proofreading content.
Proofreading allowed me to point out the opportunities to improve the content. If these busy moms had the time, they might ask for more advice on how to rewrite a sentence. If not, they would make do with what they already wrote.
Well, no more!
Today, I get to help conscientious mothers with perseverance struggling to juggle all the things in the limited time they have. I love my work as a writer and editor, and every day I’m thankful for the opportunities I have to make a tangible difference in my clients’ lives.
And let’s be real. Not working in the healthcare administrative offices anymore is freeing for me to be present for my daughters when they need me. I can provide more opportunities in their lives that were not available before.
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