I’m sitting on the couch in my sweatpants because I got greedy with the long weekend, slowly tapping out my first blog post in over a week (I’m rusty) and choking down a giant green smoothie to atone for the sugary sins of the holiday (more on that tomorrow).
I don’t know about you guys, but it seems like I blinked and August disappeared.
This summer was so good to us: the flower shop was much busier than I anticipated, we made it to the beach, C spent a week in Canada with his family, our friends had a beautiful baby girl, we celebrated birthdays and holidays with our favorite people, and I tackled some overdue projects on my to-do list. It was pretty perfect, as summers go.
At the start of it, I decided to cut myself some slack. I took a break from blogging regularly, let tumbleweeds roll across my Instagram for days at a time, and skipped out of the shop as often as I could manage. I cooked a lot for C and me, read several books in the sunshine, watched two seasons of Once Upon a Time on Netflix, and went to bed early almost every night. Good grief, it was lovely; and it made me realize that maybe I really can have a better work/life balance if I just slow down and make it a priority.
The end of August marked the one-year anniversary of C’s job (I keep wanting to type “new job,” but nope, no longer applicable) which also means I officially survived the first year of running the flower shop on my own. I feel like there’s a blog post in there somewhere about the things I learned about myself over the last twelve months, but it will have to wait because my brain still thinks it’s Labor Day.
Now that September’s here, it’s back to business as we head into our wedding/event season. But I’m going to hold on to summer for as long as I can; at least a little of the work-less-relax-more part.
After a handful of postponements over several months, the stars finally aligned for C and I to sneak off to his parents’ vacation home on the coast. It was our first legit getaway in over a year; a Gaylord Palms overnighter with these amazing cocktails was our last out-of-town adventure.
We packed for a fancy weekend: visits to local museums; gourmet meals; late night cocktails at swanky downtown lounges…
When we got there, we opted for daiquiris at a beach bar in our swimsuits, burritos for dinner, pool lounging, and a rousing husband-and-wife shuffleboard tournament (I regret to inform you that victory wasn’t mine). I read a book cover to cover, took several naps, ate way too much frozen custard from the little cafe near the condo, and went to bed before 9pm both nights.
Plan B, you win.
And the Lennoxes are clearly ready for retirement living.
Every time we manage to get out of town, we swear up and down we’re going to make quality time off a priority. I’m all about a good staycation, but sometimes you just need some beach/mountain/forest/spa air in your lungs and a break from your everyday surroundings to really relax. Plus, I always end up doing something worky when I’m supposed to be unwinding at home; see: The Great Closet Purge of Labor Day 2013.
Here’s to working a little less, and running away a little more.
Flashback to last week, when I pretended my lifestyle is conducive to white jeans on a weekday (hint: it isn’t; not shown: the big lily pollen stain just to the side of the rip on my knee).
It’s summertime and the livin’ is [relatively] easy. I’m forcing myself to work shorter days, take a few afternoons off, and make time for the creative projects that collected dust on my to-do list.
It’s taken C and I years to adjust to the seasonal swing of our business. We used to spend the summer months in a panic, biting our nails and stressing over the drop in sales as if each July marked the floral industry end times. Now that we’re old pros (ha – who am I kidding?) we let ourselves take advantage of the downtime to recharge our batteries and prep for the upswing.
At the start of this month, we celebrated our second anniversary of officially owning the family flower shop. I remember how excited — and nervous — we were to move into our current space and start this adventure together. In some ways it feels like yesterday, but at the same time, my life before entrepreneurship feels like another existence.
C and I were chatting recently about how far we’ve come in the last couple of years, and I confessed to him that I truly believe our business saved me. I casually throw around the term Quarter Life Crisis when describing my mid-20s, but truthfully, I was in a dark place. The flower shop gave me a fresh start: a chance to flex my creative muscles, put my business degree to use, and stay too busy to think about my anxieties and self-doubt. And in the daily grind of the last two years, I bloomed (forgive the cheese) into a strong and capable, albeit exhausted, B-O-S-S.
Of course, I’m still learning. In fact, just today, I finally figured out how to do my own bank reconciliations in Quickbooks. My accountants are so proud; I know because I called to tell them.