The cold and shaky hands, pen at the ready and the man at the opposite side of the desk is cracking jokes—“Don’t sign it! Don’t sign it!”
Wait, I thought you wanted me to sign it…
Of course, under pressure and many fears looming overhead, any joke sounds like it is serious.
Maybe I shouldn’t sign.
….for sickness and in health….
…for richer, and well……
I did sign.
So here I am, ready to take some savings, set up shop for myself and my new husband—my business. It is a real commitment I have given much thought to, including any extramarital rendezvous I may want to have in case Mr. Business gets a little touchy, tense, slow, stressful and worrisome. Except, this is not marriage to break out of nosiree! This marriage has a sentence, with legal restraints. Oy.
Actually, to be quite honest, the panicky feelings quickly escaped as soon as I scrawled my Herbie Hancock (get the reference???) along the line. You would think quite the opposite. Sure, there are many worries now, but I expected that long ago. Otherwise, I would not be diving into this endeavor.
Am I aware that this may affect friendships, relationships and social outings?
Yes I am.
Am I aware I am trading in summer vacations, seasonal breaks and that five-day teacher’s workweek for 100+ hours of paperwork, bookkeeping and well….baking?????
Yes I am.
Well, congratulations, honey you now own a business!!
I was assured yesterday that fear is actually a good thing to feel at this point. It makes you aware. Aware of your surroundings, actions and every other move you plan to make and I have not even opened the doors to the public yet. So, those feelings of breaking down and expecting a panic attack to erupt is actually a good thing. Heh.
Despite the grand sayonara to bar nights, flirting and enjoying the social scene as a late-twenty-something rebel rouser, I have had overwhelming support and excitement from friends and family. Somehow, without the sharing of Facebook, Twitter or Foursquare check-in’s, my phone started to explode with messages of congratulations. Most who know me know that as soon as I walked across the stage at my college graduation six years back knew that my degree was pretty much worthless and I wanted to open a cute bakery. Years later, after working and saving and finally clearing my head from other thoughts (more college, traveling, living in a van down by the river….), I have FINALLY met/found the right people and space to get this moving.
Thank you for every ounce of encouragement and support.