On the Edge of Quitting

February 6, 2026. A night to remember for all the wrong reasons.

After a turbulent week at work, I was so excited for the Art Walk. I'd been working on the displays, new studs, and I thought I was finally going to go past the $100 mark. Maybe it would finally be the night?!? So much anticipation and excitement!

But no. Definitely not.

In fact, it was our worst night ever.

What I thought would work with the wire grids ended up folding forward, as my husband kindly described, "like a butterfly." The ground was slightly inclined, so my modified coat rack was too light to support what I wanted to. The stands I created for the ornaments fell straight to the ground, with the ornaments and keychains still attached, after a gust of cold wind knocked them down as we fought to keep the earrings under control. The night was so chaotic and cold that only two women stopped by to take a closer look. I didn’t even get conversations out of the experience...

It was rough. If there was a moment that made me want to cry and quit, that was it. I cried the entire drive home, and then spent the next two days trying to find my peace again. Thankfully, my husband and my mom gave me the boost I needed not to quit.

I'm too stubborn to quit, but it doesn't take the disappointment away… now the next art walk is upon us, family emergencies seem to have been surpassed, so it's time to prepare.