I spent a good part of the day buying supplies for my little crafting business. To be specific, I had to buy boxes, bags, and wax. Boxes and bags and wax, oh my! Here’s the thing though – I hate shopping.
I might have mentioned this before, but if not I’ll tell you right now that I’m not completely “girl” because I don’t like to shop. I get anxiety, especially when I have to shop AND save money. I’m a defunct excuse for a female and was thrown into a tizzy.
There were two contender suppliers for boxes and bags, and two contenders for wax. I fretted and toiled over which suppliers I should use. This one saves me a bunch on product but charges a boatload for shipping. This one is a universally trusted supplier and the other one is a new one for me. The differences added to as little as $6 and as much as $15.
In the big picture, $15 (much less $6) doesn’t amount to much, even in a tiny business like mine. Yet I couldn’t make a choice, for fear I’d be wrong. For fear I’d lose.
Then it occurred to me…it just doesn’t matter.
I clicked “submit” for the boxes and bags supplier and got a purchase confirmation. Then I did the same for my choice of wax suppliers and it was done. Except I made a mistake with the wax. I accidentally went with the 2nd choice supplier. But you know what? It just doesn’t matter. It’s the same wax, just a cost difference. I’ll still make a profit. Not as big of a profit, but a profit nonetheless. That that’s what matters. I wasn’t wrong in my choice, just not completely right. We’ll get ’em next time, Tripper. Even though it just doesn’t matter.