When I was in the seventh grade, my
father who had been vice president of a major company in Massachusetts and had
invented many cutting edge electronic devices, left the corporate world and
opened a small greenhouse and retail business in Vermont. We sold antiques, made and painted wooden
furniture and signs, and even created creatures out of driftwood and sedums. My life changed
dramatically. I also learned something
that had a profound effect on the way I choose to life my life.
Life is about taking chances and
following dreams. I’m not talking about flitting from one profession to
another. I’m talking about knowing when it’s time to reassess life, put fear
aside, take the chance and move in a new direction.
I’ve been in retail since I was a teen.
The awards in this photo are some of the ones I've won for professional floral
design. Okay, I’ll brag some more. I’m damn good at it. I’ve owned and run my
own retail shop for almost twenty years—freaking six days a week. A fifty to sixty
hour work week is normal. Every weekend of
the summer is filled with brides and weddings. Every holiday is a work day for me. And I have other dreams.
So, come the end of October, my husband
and I are closing the florist end of our business. We are remaining in the antique business and
plan on doing things we both love, like more antique shows, picking, flea markets and eBay. We are keeping our shop and going to be open for antique sales by chance or appointment—man, will that be freeing. And if you do happen to
want to buy a Vermont country store, you could probably talk me into selling the building.
Needless to say, my writing time is
about to go from stolen hours after work and Sundays to something much more expansive.
A year from now, we’re going to
reassess. I may open a wedding-only florist business in 2015. But for now, we
are grateful that we can afford to give ourselves one year to breathe and enjoy
new dreams.