Reflection of Dirt and Roots

Reflection of Dirt and Roots

Reflection:
I had no idea my last blog was more for myself than anyone. Over the last 3 months I’ve referred back to that one post multiple times. March 13th of 2020 would be the last day of “normalcy” my last day to eat at a restaurant. My last day to travel with a friend, my last day of my past life. From March to now (May) I can’t explain the emotional roller coaster life has brought to me. But not just me, not just my community, town, region, state or nation! But to our entire globe.
Covid-19/ Coronavirus struck and it spread faster than a wildfire on a dry windy day. My first reaction was nonsense, this will never effect our little hometown. Little did I know, I would be locking my doors, laying off multiple employees. Throwing away inventory of once fresh flowers. And spending hours on the phone with vendors trying to understand what this will do to our business, to the floral industry all together.
Red is a favorite color to many, even my oldest son, Rhett, loves the color Red. However it became the most aggressive strike of reality. Valentine’s Day is the profit a florist lives off of for the rest of the year to make it a fantastic year of inventory. But I watch that profit barely keep the power on. Logging into my business account I would dread to see the numbers in red. A slap in my face of why didn’t I prepare for this. Prepare for what? A pandemic? How could anyone had known? A well respected family friend order things just to be supportive, and he gave me some words of wisdom, the best I ever heard, His words were,” no matter the amount of digits in ones bank account, we are all suffering. Not a single person is left from being effected by this.” Oh so true!
By March 22nd I caught myself reflecting on September 11,2001. The same fear creep into my soul. Fear of the unknown. Something was attacking and no one could stop it. Life as we know it is completely gone. Never to return. One morning I woke up and felt this strong urge to call a close friend, the same friend from the last blog. I knew he wouldn’t feed me the pep talk or the “but you’re so good, don’t give up” talk. That wasn’t what I needed. I needed justification for my crazy. I was in between two homes, we put our house up for sale before the Covid-19 struck, insert eye roll emoji! My kids were out of school, I was a one woman show at the shop, my husband was working two jobs and working on the house we were selling. I felt alone, fearful, and heartbroken. So I sent my friend, Drew, a text that read something like this:
“I know I’ll survive. I know I’m a good designer. But right now I feel like I’m failing at everything. Mother, wife, daughter, businessman. I don’t need sympathy, I need someone to tell me I have the right to feel crazy! I know I’ll be ok I just need to get to OK.”
Several hours later he calls. We talked, we walked through our Tony Robbins methods.
I left the conversation feeling heard. And from that gave me just enough boost to push.
Push through the door of difficulty and arrange it to the masterpiece I know it’s meant to be. I began posting things, finding the alone time in the shop as the perfect time to talk to my best friend, Jesus. My prayers became more proactive, I began seeing a new light. A new structure that I knew I could build into the shop I’ve always wanted.
I reset the floor. Even if the doors are locked Atleast there was a beautiful sight through the window. Orders began coming in, I began cutting wildflowers and greenery from my parents farm to cut the cost of inventory. I condensed down to one cooler instead of two, I turned off lights, got orders for the next day base on the inventory of wholesalers. Suddenly what was impossible became a new comfort. I can be a one woman show, I can work an entire shop alone.
But I didn’t want to. Mother’s Day was just around the corner. I wanted my team back and I knew the numbers had to be prefect before I could make that happen. I began to hustle, referring to my last blog I realigned, adjusted and made it work. Suddenly the seeds that I had planted were growing, I could bring back a few employees. Growth began and I adjusted my hours at the shop and BOOM new normal. Mother’s Day was better than ever expected! Better than Valentine’s day! It was the encouragement the shop needed, I needed. Unpredictable events are bound to happen in life. No preparation or predictions can prepare for some events. However don’t work for the chaos, arrangement the chaos to work for you. Today I will open the shop doors with confidence that this is a standing answered prayer. As I look into the mirror to fix my hair and apply makeup, I know the smile on my face is an answered prayer! We may be in spring but this is harvest season! Harvest your happiness, your joy! The best roots grow in dirt! So we were all handed some dirt, let’s turn that into rich soil, plant our seeds and prepare them to grow!
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