I was pooped by the time my head hit the pillow last night. After deciding to sell my business 3 weeks ago, a turn of events pushed me to close my business at the end of the month. To my surprise, no tears were shed; I actually felt relieved I knew which direction I was headed and could now take the necessary steps to lovingly release this baby I birthed almost 4 years ago. When I was sharing the situation with a close friend, I started getting a little choked, not at the decision, but at the thought that I may be letting down the artists in the shop. She was great at reassuring me that they would find there place and that I had created a space for so many people to open the door to their creativity. At this point, it is interesting to reflect back and realize just how little I knew going into this; I didn’t even know what kind of store we were until we received awards for Best Gift Shop and Art Studio. “Oh yeah, that’s what we are.” My how I have grown, instead of spiraling into a deep sea of funk and tears, I actually feel so proud of what I have accomplished in a relatively short period of time. Now that is some powerful growth there. I suppose my timeline was divinely moved ahead and I don’t feel bitter. I feel grateful and at peace, feelings I sure could get used to!
On to plan B
