I lost my job
May 6, 2026, is a date I won’t forget. That was the day I lost my job.
For a year and a half, I worked as a barista. Every morning started the same way — grinding coffee beans, making fresh cups of coffee, and greeting tired customers who needed a little energy before work. Some people might see it as an ordinary job, but to me, it meant something. I liked seeing people leave with a smile, even if it came from something as small as a good cup of coffee.
Losing that job hit me hard.
I kept thinking about bills, responsibilities, and what I was supposed to do next. For days, my head was full of worry. I felt stuck. Scared too.
But somewhere in the middle of all that fear, I realized I didn’t want to sit there feeling defeated forever.
So I started thinking about what I could build for myself.
I didn’t have a big budget. No business experience either. What I did have was the willingness to start small and keep going.
That’s when I decided to start an online business selling women’s fashion accessories.
Simple things. Hair clips, handbags, jewelry, makeup accessories — products women use every day to feel a little more confident and put together. I wanted the items to look stylish without being too expensive.
The beginning wasn’t smooth.
I didn’t have a shop. I didn’t have investors or a huge social media following. And honestly, some people didn’t believe I could make it work. Still, I kept learning little by little. I searched for suppliers, uploaded product photos, created online pages, and posted every single day even when barely anyone noticed.
Then slowly, things started changing.
One order came in. Then another. And another after that.
Every sale felt personal to me because it reminded me that my effort was turning into something real.
Somewhere along this journey, I understood something important: losing my job wasn’t the end of my story. If anything, it pushed me toward a new beginning.
And even now, while I’m building this online business, there’s still another dream sitting quietly in my heart.
One day, I want to open my own coffee shop.
Not a fancy place made only for pictures, but a calm, welcoming space where people can sit, relax, and breathe for a while. A place where customers feel comfortable the moment they walk in. Good coffee matters, of course — but kindness matters too.
I still remember how happy I felt serving coffee every morning. I don’t think that feeling ever left me.
Maybe that’s why I still dream about creating a place filled with warm coffee, friendly conversations, and people who leave feeling a little better than when they arrived.
My journey started with losing a job. But it didn’t stop there.
Right now, I’m building an online store step by step. And someday, I hope those same steps lead me back to coffee — this time, in a shop of my own.
