I’m sitting here at eating overly salted popcorn and SweetTarts for dinner at 10 p.m, knowing that today, I failed as a Creative Entrepreneur. My anxiety is sky high. My To-Do lists are miles long. My tax preparations are the biggest mess my accountant has probably ever seen, because honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing. My house is an absolute tornado because I’ve been so tied up with the preparations for the upcoming wedding season. All of this, and the thing that’s weighing the heaviest on my mind- I missed a client meeting today, and it was entirely my own, irresponsible fault. 

We had just finished the most perfect wedding. Our post-wedding creative adrenaline rushed through our veins, and we sang at the top of our lungs to Taylor Swift the entire hour long drive back home. The windows were open and the summer air rushed through the Jeep. Our throats were hoarse but we didn’t care. We kept singing insanely off key, because we were happy, creative, and right where we wanted to be.