Between watching my dad pursue his own passions so fearlessly, my Thanksgiving revelation about how idle my life felt, and my mighty $97 Black Friday sale, I left Barcelona with a promise to myself.
I would give 2018 a whole new level of effort, output, and trust that I could do this. I would double down on trying things, say no to weekends out with friends, and do whatever it took to make this work.
If, a year later, I was again at Thanksgiving with this little business that had nothing to show for… I would close it up.
Flying home, I listened to “Me and the Sky” from the then-new musical, Come From Away, hundreds of times. (It’s a great female power anthem if you need a boost!) I was so ready for the Universe to come through for me.
But, the come down from my high hit me when I got home. Ever been to a conference where you feel like anything is possible just to get thrust back into real life and feel like it was all a mirage?
I prayed for a sign that I was on the right track and assumed it would come in the form of me making another Black Friday sale.
