My first real hero has died. Sure, Princess Leia when I was little, but also Carrie Fisher the writer of brilliant dialogue. Carrie Fisher the badass. Carrie Fisher, who spoke about her experiences with addiction and mental illness, and let so many people know that they were NOT alone.
I remember, when I was younger, thriving on change. Moving to a new place? Great! Trying new stuff? Awesome! Looking back, though, I realize that those were changes that were well-defined, with set times and proscribed boundaries.
I'm trying to look at opening the store like that. It's working... a bit. Right now, with my proposed opening day looming ever closer, it's overwhelming. Every issue I deal with today has trailers that snake into tomorrow.
And the end isn't really the end; it's opening day.
I'll probably feel better when I get the last five major items accomplished. And I do have more than a week to do it all.