The Push

 

This past weekend I was a part of my second market and it was so much fun… and by so much fun i mean so terrifying, so exhausting, so awesome, so exhilarating, and so worth all the nervousness and hours upon hours of preparation.  I like to equate being a part of a market like pregnancy/childbirth.  Now stay with me.  When you first decide to be a part of a market isn’t it so exciting!?  You have all of these happy thoughts, “oh this is going to be so much fun!.”  you think about how pretty your booth will be, all the “oohs and aaahs’ as people dote over your precious pieces.

Then reality sets in, time to get to work, you’ll have a sore back – you’ll need help putting your socks on because you’re too sore to bend over.  There will be lots of sleepless nights as you plan what needs to be done, list upon list that result in never ending trips to the hardware store.  You’re hubby is constantly waiting in the wings – not for late night ice cream runs, but for “hey can you help me move this dresser” calls, or “babe, can you just pick up some painters tape on the way home?” type of moments.

As the big day begins to approach people will look at you and notice the paint in your hair that hasn’t been washed in 4 days and your chipped nail polish with a sweet smile and say with sincere sympathy, “how you doing?  You ready for the big day?”  and you just smile and nod and try to hide the fact that you’re freaked out.  There will be thoughts that will enter your head like, “there’s no way i can pull this off”, “how is one person supposed to be able to do this”, “I’m in too deep now, there’s no way out”.

Then the big day has come, the day of the market.  You’ll have been up all night before, and up super early, lucky to have caught maybe 4 hours of sleep when everyone has been telling you to make sure you get a good sleep – thanks tips.  You try not to think too much about what’s to happen, just head down and it’s time to push.  It’s time to set up, it’s time to work, it’s time to show the world what you’re made of.  It’s a long day, has it’s ups and downs, people will come and buy your stuff (this is unlike childbirth, don’t sell anyone your baby, no matter how much they offer!) others will walk away and scoff, and murmur under their breath about how they could do that.  And you just have to smile and be proud of what you’ve done.  Others may have done it differently, people will have opinions but you did YOUR best, and you did it YOUR way and YOU are superwoman!  Be proud of what you’ve accomplished.  Now the end part of actually giving birth is totally a million times better, bringing home my beautiful baby boys were the best days of my life.  But let me tell you, bringing home what was a fully packed trailer as a near empty trailer is a pretty awesome feeling too.

Being a part of a market is a big deal for me, if you haven’t noticed.  I’ve met vendors who do these things ALL the time.  These people are amazing.  One day maybe I’ll be that person, maybe when both my boys are in school and life looks a little different.  But for now, one or two a year is exactly what i need to push myself, be challenged, to freak myself out a little, and to grow.  You learn a lot about yourself when you push yourself, some things are things I know I need to change, some things are things that build my confidence in my ability, either way I’m learning good things come from the push.  The push can be hard, painful and scary, but without the push you wouldn’t know what you’re capable of, it’s always worth it.  Don’t be afraid to push!


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5 thoughts on “The Push

  1. I have been doing quilt shows for 14 years now..and girl you hit that comparison the head!.. love it!!! keep going it does get easier and you do get to shower every 2 days instead of four lol

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