“Almost Reckless is not just a book, it's a permission slip. It's about the courage it takes to step off the algorithm's path, the clarity that comes from defining your own principles, and the joy of building something that feels unmistakably yours.” —Will Guidara, bestselling author of Unreasonable Hospitality
Amy Smilovic's cult fashion brand, Tibi, was a thriving $70 million business when she realized she was working toward someone else's idea of success. So she threw out the rulebook of how things should be done and went with her gut instead.
Today Tibi is more successful than ever, and all on Smilovic's groundbreaking entrepreneurial terms.
In Almost Reckless, she invites you to get comfortable with embracing smart risks in pursuit of your own vision. Sharing her story and drawing on her years of helping others identify their values and principles, Smilovic teaches you to hone your gut, and your trust in it.
With humor and practicality she coaches you in how to determine what success means to you, including:
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Amy Smilovic is the founder and creative director of Tibi. She launched the brand with $15,000 and no formal fashion training in 1997 and today helms a company that is vastly different than the one she, or anyone in her industry, could have envisioned. She is the author of The Creative Pragmatist, a wife and a mother of two sons, and describes herself as feeling content. Very content.
Chapter 1
Running Toward Something
Recently, I put out a question to my followers on social media: What risks would you take if you knew it would all work out?
The responses were varied. People would quit jobs, start new businesses, ask for promotions, even move to faraway countries.
I then asked a follow-up question: What does "all work out" mean to you?
The answers had resounding consensus: They all assigned a numerical value. Interesting.
Around the same time, I'd done a few interviews on my (Almost) Reckless podcast with highly successful entrepreneurs who'd taken dramatically different paths. Every single one of them said frequently that they framed their decisions, their appetite for risk, against their "breakeven." That number didn't assure them that the future decisions were right and would guarantee they would flourish, but they understood where the line was drawn-the worst that could go wrong-and not to cross it.
For them, knowing it would all work out meant knowing first how to define what it means to not work out. But this break-even number, while important for a business, only tells you what failure is. It doesn't help you understand what you're running toward. And if we don't know that, it's hard for us to know when we've arrived.
In order to do big things, understand truly how much you're willing to risk, you must first figure out for yourself: What does it mean to all work out? There's a problem with setting a number as your goal, though. Numbers are a moving target, a form of measurement that, just like international currency, can be quickly devalued. Today's quest for $3 million may be tomorrow's inflation-adjusted quest for $5 million.
Ultimately, you need to drill down to the very core of who you are to know what happiness and contentment look like for you. To define how you want to be. You need to know your principles, using them as the measuring stick for making bold decisions or simply giving your gut permission to lead the way.
It's your gut check, defined not as a rumbling feeling but in real words.
Your principles give you permission to gauge success for yourself, to see industry standards as immaterial. They give you freedom to think about possibility. They're what help you logically and, ultimately, help you intuitively understand the next steps that are right. For you.
Eventually, for Tibi, we identified three principles that, if adhered to without fail, would ensure that we were on the path to contentment. The financial breakeven was done, of course. That's our line in the sand. (More about that later.) But the principles are what keep the guardrails in place for moving in the right direction. They are the assurance that moving off path and taking steps that are wildly different from those of our industry peers is part of a bigger plan.
I can't tell you what your principles are (and if you think I can, then you're misunderstanding the premise of this book). But I can tell you mine, and how they got that way.
Different and Better
"Pack up the gerbils and the kids, we're moving south."
I'm not sure that this is exactly how that conversation went, but that's what my parents did. At the time, my sister and I were six and eight, and we lived outside Chicago. My dad was working in my uncle's psychiatry practice in Oak Brook and took weekend and evening shifts at emergency services in a mental health center in a city hospital, and Mom was a teacher at one of the local schools. We had a small two-bedroom apartment; my sister and I had bunk beds, and we'd tie a rope around the top bunk to reenact scenes from Batman. I was Bruce Wayne, and my little sister had to be Robin the sidekick; as the elder, I gave her no choice.
Life was just fine. If Mom was really tired, we got to eat Taco Bell after ballet class, and I had found out that by lifting up the sod around the common areas of our apartment, you could find lots of earthworms. I could sell the worms to other kids for fishing, for unregulated scientific experiments, or just as pets.
Why in the world would my parents want to leave this slice of heaven?
My grandmother was sobbing, hearing the news. How could we do this? We were close enough to my grandparents' home in Indiana for a Sunday lunch or two. My cousins were one town over. "Why would you leave us? Don't you love your sister?" Grandma asked my dad. "Yeah, why don't you love me?" my dad's sister asked.
My dad explained. He and my mom weren't running from something; they were running toward something.
My parents shared a common sentiment: They felt their happiest, their most content, in the time spent with each other and their kids. Time was measured in the activities my parents loved doing, like the weekends fishing at Bill's lake. My grandparents' little fishing shack there had a working kitchen and one bed, everything we needed for a full day catching bluegills, my sister and I napping while my dad and grandfather fried the fish in Grandpa's famous beer batter. Or like the afternoons when my dad taught my sister and me how to sketch, so we'd spend time with him but not have to occupy his full attention-he'd make sure we had our own pads and pencils.
And even still, trying to earn an income that would help my parents pay for our small two-bedroom apartment required my dad working at Chicago's psychiatric ward on the weekends to earn additional income. They were living the definition of a bifurcated life, the days obligingly muddled through to get to the weekend.
It wasn't just that the weeks were divided between work and then life, or time with family. It was also that they were viewing their future life in this way: the hard struggle years where they would toil, endure, and miss out, and then the comfort years when we will have made it. Now versus then. Today versus tomorrow. This morning versus this evening. All of them disconnected, clearing your head to be present and then check out when leaving so you can focus. Snowed under for months of the year, a long commute to the city, and no unwavering belief that what they were working toward would make them truly happy drove my parents away from the region where they'd both been raised.
So no, my parents weren't loading up a peace-sign-stickered VW van and checking out. We were just moving to St. Simons Island, Georgia. A place where my dad could practice his profession, Mom could teach, and they could arrive shortly after we got home from school, where my sister and I had let ourselves into our apartment with our own keys hanging from strings around our necks that bounced around as we skipped home from school, a short half mile away. A regular weekday would include a round of tennis, maybe a morning coffee watching the sunrise over the marsh, and it definitely involved a family dinner at the table where I complained I was sick of eating the shrimp we'd caught the past weekend seining down by the pier.
And each summer, we'd head back up to Indiana, our moss-green wood-paneled station wagon, just like the one found in any Chevy Chase Vacation movie, bursting with camping gear because we didn't have cash for hotel rooms and besides, isn't that more fun? (My parents' words, not mine.) Our dogs were loaded in; a kennel for a month was out of the question. And little Igloo coolers were jammed with bologna sandwiches, saltines, premixed Kool-Aid, and a carton of milk to mix with our cereal at a picnic table at the rest stop somewhere near the Kentucky border-thirteen hours of sustenance in one cooler.
Would I have done the same myself? Yes, but no. The exact specifics of location, vocation, mode of transport? I don't think so.
But rejecting a bifurcated life, running toward something I knew was right even if no one else could see the rightness? Yes.
The same ends, in a different and...
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