Now what? That's what I keep asking myself?
Oh Chalk Couture, I have fallen in love with you and you have not let me down in your constant wooing and making my eyes sparkle with each new image and video you come out with of what I have immersed myself into.
Saskatchewan.... Can we talk? You are my home and I have loved you since birth. I left you for a while, but came back with my tail between my legs asking for you to take me once again.
But now..... now you have let me down.
No, it's not because of your temperamental seasons or scathing blood thirsty bugs, and It isn't because of your angry storms that turn me into a crazy eyed cat on a hot tin roof. You truly are a marvel. A beautiful and underappreciated province.
But here's the thing....
It's simply because you're stalling me. You (along with Alberta, but I'm only here to deal with you.) are creating friction with my future.
I have been sitting at my kitchen table (office) for months now writing notes, calculating costs and re-calculating as we received bits of information along the way. I've watched live videos, videos created by our fabulous American Chalk Couture Independent designers to help us start off right, writing party plans, make and take plans, all kinds of plans! I've been writing lists... so many lists.
Wish lists, to do list, things I need lists.... the list do go on.
All in anticipation and preparation of the big launch.
But now what? NOW WHAT SASKATCHEWAN? You have some silly "independent designer ID license" requirement thingy and now I have to wait 2-6 more weeks until I can be 100% operational.
Ok, if I am being honest, I can still operate on like a 60% capacity.... ish(complete guesstimate/random number), but I can't sell ANYTHING to someone face to face. Pretty sure that's a HUGE part of direct selling.
So here I am, sitting at my table again. Writing more plans and more lists to adjust my launch plan to work around your silliness Saskatchewan.
But that's ok Saskatchewan. I am not discouraged and will still come running out of the gate with all my feet wildly off the ground like an (un)coordinated zebra (pretty sure this is an awesome visual - so appreciate it), and I will forgive you.
In 2-6 weeks.
ok cool. good talk.
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