was a success. Everyone said they had fun. The pressed flowers turned out beautifully. My display was great, if I do say so myself. I only got about 1/2 the sales I wanted, but I got twice the bookings I expected...so I guess it evens out. A couple of people still might order, so there's hope. Anyway, I love these products and I believe in this company and I think this is going to be bigger than I can picture right now. Actually, sometimes I get a glimpse and I get scared. Just like going to the Fair. That's HUGE. For me, anyway. I think part of me has always wanted success and money and stuff. But part of me has always been scared of being TOO successful, TOO rich, things getting too BIG...somehow it feels like I'm going to lose myself somewhere along the way. But it doesn't have to be that way. I resolve to stay true to myself, my values, my family, and my ideals. I also resolve that this authenticity does not prevent me from being rich, successful, or from accomplishing my dreams and goals. If I were to be the biggest BYBer ever, or to win the Nobel Prize for literature, or to be rich beyond my dreams...I would still be me. Life is good. Life is good even when I'm not rich, or famous, or whatever. It almost seems silly to even imagine more than I already have. Two absolutely amazing, brilliant, beautiful, healthy children. One amazing, loving, sexy, fabulously wonderful husband. An eccentric but loving extended family, and in-laws. A good job. The opportunity to help others. The beauty of nature. The temperature at sunrise. Good friends. Good music. Laughter. Love. I could sit here all night listing a million things that I am grateful for. Thank you Lord for everything. I already took my contacts out before I started writing this and I'm not wearing my glasses, so this is probably a lot of typos.
I'm reminded of a song my mom used to sing to me. "When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother: What will I be, will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me: Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be; the future's not ours to see; que sera, sera...
The beautiful surprises of everyday and every year...another blessing.
Good night.
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