November is shaping up to be a good month…we paid off our business Line of Credit, signed the contract to get our online store up and functional, and I will have a few friends come visit before Thanksgiving.
The house is coming along…so weird to think it was almost a year ago when we were able to move back in. Lots of projects still to be completed, but we have a heated, usable basement. We have a clothes washer and dryer which quite frankly I’m not sure how we survived without them and had to clean up after so many animals. We have a dishwasher. We have a second bathroom that includes a tub where you can shower without smacking your elbows against the walls.
Our store is now 5 1/2 years old. We had a big growing pain last year that really didn’t stop hurting until around July. But we made it. Success in the retail world is pretty relative. When we opened the store I did not know what I wanted it to look like in 5 1/2 years. And that’s probably for the best. I’m not sure what I want it to look like in another five. The goal for 2020 will be to hire someone full-time and arrange a schedule where Tom and I get a day off together. For several years now we’ve only had Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. Or the occasional 40 below Polar Vortex.
One thing that has been beaten into me these past few years is how much good stuff comes your way when you say yes. Yes, I’ll volunteer. Yes, I’ll donate. Yes, I’ll sit on the board. Yes, I’ll hand out posters.
But somehow, for some reason, my gut reaction is still, “No.” I have so little free time. I have so many other obligations. There are too many unfinished projects.
I’m trying to teach myself how to wait. Don’t go with my gut. Think things through. Realize the implications and rewards.
When I think of returning to writing, I often think of deleting this blog. Or at least, everything written on it to date. Start fresh. But I logged on to do just that* and instead here we are. I’m not sure if this is thinking things through or going with my gut. But I do know it’s progress.
*Ok, I did delete one post. It wasn’t that I came across weird or vulnerable or mean or slutty or insert-negative-adjective-here. I deleted it because it bored me.