At the beginning of this summer, I was convinced it would be my season: almost 50 markets, a $10,000 goal, and the hope of buying a reliable SUV. I was excited and determined as I loaded up my booth and set out week after week.
Reality brought slow markets, brutal heat, relentless wind, and recalculated expectations. Some days were discouraging and even forced me to pack up early, but I kept showing up and learning from each experience.
Amid the struggles were small, meaningful moments — repeat customers, a teenage couple making keepsakes, a mysterious gift of costume jewelry, and a tiny purple rubber duck that brightened my day. Those moments reminded me that success isn’t only what shows up on a spreadsheet.
Financially I may not hit the goal, but this season gave me presence, joy, and the reminder that the person I become while chasing a dream can be the greatest reward.