In both of these pics, there are tears streaming down my cheek, but you really can't tell, can you?
Tears of anxiety.
Tears of exhaustion.
Tears of joy.
Tears of anticipation.
Tears of passion.
Tears of desire.
Tears of trepidation.
Tears of risk-taking.
Tears of aloneness.
Tears of conviction.
Tears of missing.
Tears of belongingness.
Tears of thankfulness.
There's no crying in baseball being the sole proprietor of a pioneering business, but I tell ya, sometimes.... just sometimes... it all hits at once like a mosh pit of extreme emotions. What can I say? I am woman. Hear my roar, sometimes. Hear me weep, at other times.
My brother gave a toast at our wedding 17 years ago, and he "warned" my husband about my fiery passion (and that the red hair was not wasted on me). "She is nothing if not passionate, and that will be something that will both challenge you and bring you incredible joy." As we all do, I certainly pick-n-choose what I care about, but once I do, coasting through it is not an option. I take it on 110%, fully, robustly and with every fiber of my being. When your business is built on your personal philosophies, tears are bound to show up - part and parcel of the whole deal.
Make no mistake, tho, the flip side of this sap is a savvy, get-it-done businesswoman with a killer instinct and a take-no-prisoners attitude, for sure. This is the half of me that works tirelessly to bottle up my passion in the form of organic fabrics and sell the h*ll out of it! And this plane ride to Houston allowed me to do just that - it was a very successful show. Now I'm back in the saddle and ready to kick some more of 2011's a$$!
You with me?
*Tomorrow, I will share booth pics from Quilt Market.
