Lets talk ugly.

This week was one of those weeks. I am pretty sure my team, my friends, my family and any stranger who came in contact with me thought I was a mad woman. Mainly because one second I was laughing and then in the blink of an eye I was screaming, crying or having a complete mental breakdown.

Luckily, I have some pretty amazing people in my life who know my heart and give me an immense amount of grace. Well besides the stranger on the street, he just thinks I am a crazy white woman who needs some couch time with a really good therapist. (And who knows, maybe that might be actually good for me.)

Today though, I don’t want to talk about the crazy that embodies my soul every now and then. I want to talk about the crazy that involves all things entrepreneurship. I want to talk about the bad and the ugly.

We tend to shine light on all things good. We pay attention to the successful founders and their rising star company. We look at crushing sales numbers or sustainability stats. We praise, worship and aspire to be something like these one of a kind entrepreneurs.

But what about the journey? And what about the process? And has anyone asked “these entrepreneurs” now about their bad days because I am sure they still come just as often as the good.

Whether you are on an entrepreneurial journey or not, we are all in process. And we need to acknowledge that.

This week was ugly. It was hard. There were moments that were unbearable. And guess what? It spilt over and my team got to see all of it.

This week was not filled with my best moments, but it was real and raw. When you wake up every day pursuing something your passionate about, you fight. When you know you have 63 artisans and their families you are caring for, you fight.

When you dream of being sustainable and being a top ethical supplier in Kenya, you fight.

Some days, the ugly days, you are crawling through mud, but you keep trekking forward because you know that one day you will be standing with ease again.

It takes grit. It takes courage. It takes moxie.

This week was the first time in a very long time that I did not want to face my team. I let fear creep in and cripple my soul and I had felt as if I had failed them and their families.

This week was the definition of ugly and I let every lie manifest inside me.

And then I remembered who I was, and everything changed. I remembered my why, I remembered that vulnerability displays strength and I started to crawl. I slowly ripped the lies away one by one and I began to pick myself up. 

This journey is hard. Even on the good days it is hard. I have talked to many founders, CEO’s and freelancers and they all have moments where they wish they could step away and have an 8-5 job. Crazy, huh?

You build something beautiful and in the building process it takes time, diligent effort and perseverance. It is in those hard and ugly days that we wish for normalcy, but what’s normal really?

So, until I completely get off on another tangent and post all together, I just have one thing to ask of you. 

Be gentle to everyone especially anyone in your life who you would categorize an entrepreneur. It might seem all peachy, but it’s hard mentally, physically, financially and spiritually.

This post is dedicated to all of those hustlers. Know you are not alone. And remember to give yourself grace, love and keep trekking. You got this.

Yours truly,
the ugly entrepreneur

The imperfect writer blog.

I have found that I love to tell stories.

In fact, little secret. I hope to write you a book one day.

I am not sure about what exactly, maybe I will share with you my diaries from when I was eight, but what I do know, is that it will be something that not only inspires you, but challenges you, stretches you and allows you to shine light on things differently.

So, until that day comes. Here I am, blogging away, so that I can connect to you and share with you my life in written form.

I am excited because today is Thursday and Thursdays for me are a time to rest as much as I can. If you know me then you know resting is hard and my mind is always going a million miles an hour, so that is why I write. It is something that I do not see as stressful nor do I care if my form or grammar are perfect.

Welcome to the imperfect writer blog, where you basically get ME, always. There is not much proof reading or edits, just me taking my thoughts and writing to you because I. JUST. LOVE IT. It is basically like we are having coffee, which that reminds me: I would LOVE to have coffee with you whether in person or virtually. Please do not be afraid to reach out to me!

Today, I wanted to spend time reintroducing myself. In short, my name is Jenny. Many people know me as being the Founder of Imani Collective, but I wear many hats. I am a wife, mother of two beautiful kids and I reside with my family in Mombasa, Kenya. I also am a motivational and educational speaker, when time and the opportunity allows for me to do that.

I am currently in process with launching another business (more will come in April!) and am finishing my Doctorate of Education focusing on change agents and international sustainable development.

<deep breathe break> breathe in and breathe out. Ok we can continue.

AND today is the big day for my newest project: Moxie Podcast.

I can’t believe it, but I am the host of this beautiful podcast! After researching mics and sound reverb and watching a million videos, I have a tiny little studio in my backyard in Mombasa. I call it a shack, but it has a cute bohemian vibe when you walk in and is perfect for having beautiful conversations with people I love her in Mombasa.

Moxie Podcast is all about sharing courageous stories from ordinary people, just like you and me. I hope that you will join me each week as I get to talk to some amazing and wonderful people (mainly in Kenya), but also around the world.

Today is a good day. My only problem is that I really want to celebrate with balloons (but helium balloons seem non existent in Mombasa, Kenya) As Marie Kondo says, Choose something that sparks joy. Being a host sparks joy! And so do balloons.

Thanks for being on this journey with me and let us continue to shine bright together,

Signing off now with hopes that I can find one helium balloon in Mombasa,

Jenny