"It'll All Fall Into Place"

The shop has been busy, busy with the reopening of our temporary location looming in the not-so-distant future. We also started a 10 day sale on Friday that's created a big buzz and a TON of traffic in our Sandy Springs store. Combine all of that with the set up of a brand new store all that goes with it and you've got OCD Helen in panic mode.

I don't think people really get what it means to have all of that craziness going on. Fire. Fire Sale. Inventory reports to prove burnt stuff actually existed. Daily duties. Ordering for new store. Setting up new store. Staffing new store. The list goes on... The good news is that in two weeks, we'll be back into our 'hood and back to some sense of normalcy.

The last few days, when someone has asked me how things are going I've been honest, but positive ending our conversation with, "It will all fall into place." It's been said to me a couple of times and I've said it several times and it's really helped me to keep things in perspective. I say that to myself when I can feel that anxiety of my to do lists getting longer rather than shorter. I say it when I question how the hell we're going to be functioning in two weeks.

It will all fall into place. It will be fine. It may be bumpy but somehow, someway it will all be as it should and we will all have smiles on our faces.

So, here's the the next two weeks y'all! :-)

“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”

-- Abraham Lincoln

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