Within a section of Philadelphia lies a hilly area where parking is scarce, hipsters are plentiful, and food is poppin’. This magical area is called Main Street Manayunk and today I visited Manayunk StrEAT Festival.
It pretty much sums up the past few months. The beginning of the year I closed The Pastry Prophet and that means closing all my business accounts, notifying customers, and getting my affairs in order. What I thought it would feel like is a breaking of a love affair at most or at least saying goodbye to a loved one.
It was neither. It felt like letting go of a boulder. What also surprised me is that I wasn’t in pain for letting all my hard work go. I did feel guilt. I spent so many years working, fighting, and feeding my dream, but it didn’t pan out. Not all dreams come true.
If there’s anything I learned living on the third rock from the sun is that most things don’t go the way that one imagined. In fact, if a plan does go as scheduled, it’s a bigger shock.
The last two years taught me that a business either makes your passion grow more or squashes the dream. Kind of like moving in with your partner or friend – either you make a compromise or you don’t. It’s simple as that.