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Why I almost quit, again. Part 1
29/04/2026
Where do I even start?
I've had issues with both An Post and DPD, and if you've ever trusted someone else with something irreplaceable, you'll understand how stressful that is. If you haven't, imagine handing over something deeply sentimental and just… hoping for the best.
The hardest part is the upset clients.
And I get it. I really do.
Because more than anyone, I understand what these flowers mean. My entire business is built on that exact emotion. So when something goes wrong, it doesn't feel like a delivery issue. It feels personal.
And that's been weighing on me more than I probably let on and lost more sleep than I can count.
Because of the current global situation (which seems to affect literally everything), the cost of resin has gone up… a lot.
And when you're a small business, you don't have the luxury of absorbing those increases easily. You feel every single one. It becomes a constant balancing act between keeping things affordable and actually making it viable to continue.
And now he's here… and I'm spending so much of my time doing admin, replying to messages, and catching up on last year's brides.
Because while I love this business, I also built it for a reason, so I wouldn't have to go back to my corporate job. So I could stay home with him, while still creating something meaningful.
That's the goal. That's always been the goal.
And I know that if I can just get through this phase, I'll be able to step into that fully next year, working on your flowers full-time, in a way that actually feels balanced.
Some days, finding the willpower is hard.
Running a small business is… a lot. It's not just creating, it's everything behind the scenes. The emails, the messages, the admin, the emotional weight of every single order.
And sometimes, it's feeling like I am being pulled apart by it all.
2026 very nearly became the year I quietly closed the door on this business… for the fifth time. At this stage, quitting and I are in a very on-off relationship.
Damaged parcels. Parcels that seem to take a scenic tour of Ireland before arriving in a condition that makes your heart drop into your stomach.
I've had issues with both An Post and DPD, and if you've ever trusted someone else with something irreplaceable, you'll understand how stressful that is. If you haven't, imagine handing over something deeply sentimental and just… hoping for the best.
The hardest part is the upset clients.
And I get it. I really do.
Because more than anyone, I understand what these flowers mean. My entire business is built on that exact emotion. So when something goes wrong, it doesn't feel like a delivery issue. It feels personal.
And that's been weighing on me more than I probably let on and lost more sleep than I can count.
Because of the current global situation (which seems to affect literally everything), the cost of resin has gone up… a lot.
And when you're a small business, you don't have the luxury of absorbing those increases easily. You feel every single one. It becomes a constant balancing act between keeping things affordable and actually making it viable to continue.
The third reason is a bit more personal.
And now he's here… and I'm spending so much of my time doing admin, replying to messages, and catching up on last year's brides.
Because while I love this business, I also built it for a reason, so I wouldn't have to go back to my corporate job. So I could stay home with him, while still creating something meaningful.
That's the goal. That's always been the goal.
And I know that if I can just get through this phase, I'll be able to step into that fully next year, working on your flowers full-time, in a way that actually feels balanced.
But I'd be lying if I said it's been easy.
Some days, finding the willpower is hard.
Running a small business is… a lot. It's not just creating, it's everything behind the scenes. The emails, the messages, the admin, the emotional weight of every single order.
It's messages coming in after 8pm…
It's dealing with situations completely outside of our control, but still feeling responsible for them.
And sometimes, it's feeling like I am being pulled apart by it all.
to be continued …