I've been in business for almost six years now. The first summer that I ever experimented with selling at markets was the summer of 2010 when I was trying to make a little bit of extra burrito money and dip my toes into what I've found to be a quickly addicting small creative business / market world.
My birthday is this week, and this birthday marks the first birthday that I feel the teeniest bit "old" so I'm doing some reflecting. I think I've finally hit the point where I'm no longer looking forward to being "grown" - I am grown now, and from here on out, the benchmarks are a little intimidating, as opposed to being pure bad girl fun. I'll be one of those real adults now that has no idea exactly how old they are, because it's no longer how you define your independence in life. *Sigh, I'm kind of missing those innocent days of trying my hardest to find a fake id that looked enough like me.
At the farmer's market this weekend, I spotted this apricot blueberry pastry THING, for lack of a better term, and had to have it. At the first ever little flea markets that I set up at, I would buy myself a big ass peach cobbler from the Amish folk there and eat the whole thing for breakfast. My then-boyfriend/ now-husband was always like "This is an amazing life philosophy, Amina, but you know that's a dessert, right?" I did not know. IRRELEVANT - all fruit is breakfast food to me. So when I saw that big ass pastry that is half-eaten in the photo, I had to have it. It made me feel a kind of nostalgic bliss to eat it for breakfast this morning. It made me remember how scared, happy and hopeful I was at those first few markets that I ever did. I was so terrified about being judged and whether people would like my work or not; I was so elated that someone loved one of the bags that I used to make enough to take it home with them; and I yearned that this was the start of some kind of weird, crazy life for myself.
Six months ago I made the enormous goal of finding a studio space by the end of 2016. This month, I signed a real lease. It feels so official, so intimidating and I'm just so nervous / happy / excited to see where this new apricot blueberry pastry thing journey is going to go. It's like I'm back in 2010 dreaming of being a grown up with a business all over again. <3