How I CFO my own business
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CONTENT HEAD’S UP: I mention the recent loss of a pet in the email below. If you’d rather not read any further, I understand. You can simply click here to read the newly overhauled monthly report.
Hello, there!
I’m back in your inbox after an unplanned hiatus of more than a month. (A hiatus other than a quick “email consent” blast and a recycled blog post, that is.)
At the end of April, I had to very unexpectedly have my dog put down. It was, in short, horrible, to have to say goodbye to my very best friend. I simply haven’t had the emotional capacity until now to do anything other than absolutely necessary client work.
But now, my capacity is starting to expand again, little by little, inch by inch.
And so, I thought I’d start off easy, with one of my favorite emails to send: my monthly behind-the-scenes report.
I’ve overhauled it a good deal, and I’m looking forward to hearing how ya’ll like it.
I’ve let go of including Pinterest and email stats, but doubled down on sharing money details, both revenue and expenses.
I’ve let go of sharing non-money goals/updates, but am diving into giving y’all a DETAILED look at how I handle my own cash flow, how I make financial decisions, and more.
Basically, you’re getting a front-row seat to how I CFO my own business.
(Did I just verb an acronym? Yes, yes I did. I’m letting it stand.)
You can get all the tea here.
All the consensual money hugs
P.S. If you’re interested in hearing about a particular CFO-ing topic, let me know!
P.P.S. Spice, my dog, was a twelve-and-a-half-year-old pitbull who loved to sleep under the covers with me, had the smelliest farts imaginable, and was a better hiker than you’d think she’d be. I’m so thankful I was able to have a vet come to my house to put her down. She got to spend her final minutes on the couch, curled up on her own blanket, calm and peaceful. I hope we all get to go that way when it’s our time.
