Last night I applied for our marriage license via Steamboat’s online service. It was just step one and we’ll still have to go get it in person next week at the Steamboat courthouse, but still. It was step one of this huge thing that is all going to start falling into place one week from today.
*Also, just for the record Chris and I aren’t getting married on an actual “Steam Boat.” I understand how that could be misleading if you’re not familiar with small mountain towns in Colorado, but Steamboat Springs is an actual location. Clearing that up as I’ve had several questions.
And so I have one week to “wrap shit up” so to speak. We’re playing things old school and going on our honeymoon the Monday after we get married, so when we leave Chicago at the end of this week we’re essentially not coming back for three weeks.
Three weeks of vacation time. It sounds heavenly. It also sounds terrifying.
Vacation is the one time I miss working “for the big guy” in that I could take three weeks off and still see a lovely little paycheck magically appear in my bank account. When you work for yourself, three weeks off means means three weeks off. When I don’t work, my business doesn’t work.
I’ve known this was coming for a long time so starting in about February I’ve been working my ass off in preparation. The constant promoting, hustling, and all around grinding in T-Shirt Land hasn’t been for nothing. But in the last few weeks I’ve purposely slowed it down a bit in order to stay sane while I try get ready for the wedding.
But slowing down in T-Shirt Land is scary. I constantly think of the old poster hanging in my middle school gym that said “when you’re not practicing, your opponent is.”
My opponent is slinging t-shirts harder than me right now but there is nothing I can do. Except for make weird sport analogies because that’s how I often break things down in my head.
I’ll have someone filling my orders and answering emails while I’m away, but since day one it’s been only been me so I have to admit this is a little difficult for me to do. I’ve not taken this much time of from packing t-shirts since August of 2014 when my goal was “to sell 25.” What will I do with myself? Perhaps I’ll bring a few on vacation to pack and unpack simply as a security blanket.
And as for blogging, well as long as there’s good wifi and good coffee on our honeymoon I’ll be here. What else would I do? Hang out with the new honeymoon friends we’re inevitably going to meet named Heather and Chad from upstate New York? Chad’s a little clingy and Heather drinks too much and gets food stuck in the corners of her mouth and I can already tell I’m going to get annoyed with them and their stories about their favorite cruise vacations.
So what I’m saying is that blogging without a timeline sounds absolutely luxurious to me at this point since I’ve had to restrict myself so much lately.
And now I feel the need to apologize for this ramble of a post and I’ll end here with a photo of me in my “Southern Farmer” outfit from Saturday. I look like I should be sitting on a porch drinking sweet tea talking about the “night bugs whistlin’ a lot louder than usual.” Probably on account of the hot summer we’ve had.
Also full disclaimer, I’d like to pretend my posts won’t all be wedding related this week, but… but let’s not lie. That’s what is on my mind so that’s probably what you’re going to get. My apologies in advance.