Motivation for a Crazy Week

6 DAYS. We are 6 short, yet long days away from Peachtree Bikes' Grand Reopening Party. Monday morning marks the first day of trying to figure out where things will go while also remembering those last minute things we forgot. Funny what you forget you use day-to-day when it's taken away from you.

I'm apprehensive about this week. We're on a tight schedule and far behind where we're supposed to be, but that's how it goes right? "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." Or something like that. I'm anxious and sentimental setting up another shop knowing where we were just under 4 months ago. I'm excited to put some of this behind us and to start fresh. I'm scared that I won't complete my normal tasks in addition to this huge undertaking. I'm happy to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

I hope my little "Motivational Monday" post will not only help me today, but through the week and past that. I hope that if I find myself standing in front of a freight truck worth of boxes in a panic, that I'll remember these little affirmations.

Friday's surprise freight truck delivery! A FULL truck, y'all and this isn't half of what we're expecting.

Here's to a fabulously wonderful week full of the types of challenges that only make us better!

"If you're going through Hell, keep going."

-- Churchill

"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast."

-- Alfred A. Motapert

"Never, never, never give up."

-- Churchill

"Strive not to be of success, but rather to be of value."

-- Einstein

"Either you run the day, or the day runs you."

-- Jim Rohn

"Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can."

-- Arthur Ashe

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