A few times a year, I tend to find myself in what I like to call, “the-sky-is-falling” mode.
It doesn’t take much- Whether it’s a couple weeks without a wedding inquiry, maybe a month without a booking. Maybe, oh I don’t know, closing on a new home? But occasionally I become completely and utterly convinced that our life as we know it is over, and the bookings are gonna stop. Just like that. That’s the scariest part of being self-employeed- I know we’re good for this year, but that’s about as far out as the headlights allow me to see. I always thought that once we’d been in business ~5 years, I’d start feeling a sense of peace that we’re ok. But 9 years in and I still get as anxious as year 2 whether or not people still want us around.
This is where Nate comes in: he’s always able to read what part of the sky-is-falling spectrum I’m on in any given moment of time. Whether I’m just being unusually quiet in the car or sobbing before bed, he knows exactly what to say and do to make it all better.
I’m just grateful that even though our headlights only go so far, Nathanial’s the one driving the car.
Happy birthday, Bug. I love you more with each second and can’t wait to spend another year holding your hand. :)
