Ah yes...the endless list-making, the second- and third- and fourth-guessing, the 2:00 a.m. worry sessions (as I'm writing this, 2:18a.m., to be exact)...THIS is familiar territory. I'm in full-on panic mode.
It all seems very smart and sensible and (dare I say it)...just plain fun...to start a crafts business. Pitch a tent at a show, bring my stuff, meet some nice folks, and make a little weekend profit. Right?
But then come the complications...paperwork and hard deadlines and inventory and insurance and interest and income...and oh my word, why do so many of these frightening, idea-crushing topics start with "in?"
Indigestion.
2:31 a.m.
It is enough to stop me completely in my tracks. Here I was worried about using a modern sewing machine, a completely unfounded concern by the way; I am truly enjoying that portion of the process now. But THIS...the middle-of-the-night stress...I don't know. This was supposed to be fun and creative but it's a whole new stack in the Stuff I Worry About closet.
2:41 a.m.
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