Wait, what? Thanksgiving is when?
When time travel manifests
This week, I sat calmly talking to my co-worker about how wonderful she was hosting Thanksgiving and take the week off to take care of herself. I offered that we could move our next 1:1 since she’d be off. She paused for a moment and said, “We don’t need to move it — Thanksgiving is next week, so we are good.”
Panic ran through me. How was this even possible? I have a holiday market the day after Thanksgiving and I was certain I had another week to prep.
Yep, I lost a week. Now I am starting to understand the grocery store panic of the (mostly) women I see scurrying around an impossibly long shopping list.
I never wanted to be one of those people who pontificates on where the time has gone, but I’m pretty certain I’m close to it. It’s been my solemn belief that time is fluid versus linear so I guess that week has swirled around the drain and I’m sitting on a stack of jewelry, paintings, prints, and other assorted pieces that need to be finished — stat!
Because I’m not ready. This market has been a great learning experience and challenge for me. I already know how I would do things…
