I’ve been feeling like a teenager who has a lot raging inside. It’s pretty obvious, but when asked if something was wrong, the answer is always a dull, lifeless, monosyllabic “no.”
Well, nothing is really “wrong.” It’s just that it’s that time of the year when you need to plan well and start gearing up for the biggest shopping season that is November and December. With the outdoor markets and festivals in place this year, I’m not quite sure how to prepare for it. Every year there is a new wrinkle to this “business.” By now you must be tired of reading that I want a team of people to work with only to go back on it and say I want to be left alone. Ever since I started Portland Saturday Market, I feel perpetually fatigued because of the physical toll that it takes on my body. I used to think that I manage my time fairly well, but these days I can’t seem to escape that sinking feeling that I’m not doing enough, because quite frankly, there is way too much to do for one person. Yes, stressed out.
……………………….Okay. There. I’m done complaining……………………..
This is a post just to say that I’m still here. A little lost, even. Nah, deep inside I know what to do. This is that antsiness before the big dive. It’s sort of like dreading to run a race that you know you’ve trained hard for.
So, hang out here for a bit while more. The best is yet to come.