How New York City changed my life

I know what you’re thinking, of course it did, NYC is AMAZING …. Sadly I have to disagree! I’m not a city gal, I’m a down-home-back-country-sit-by-a-bonfire-at-the-end-of-the-night kind of gal. The hustle of the city was a bit overwhelming to me, and the rats are way bigger than I ever dreamed of.

So why did NYC change my life? Because the opportunity that took me there was what changed my life! For 5 years I’ve just been this gal, selling on Etsy her party decor. Everyday I hoped that the new item I threw up was going to sell, and that people would buy my stuff. Well, apparently someone noticed! A little over a month ago I was approached by the amazing marketing team of  Cricut. They found my shop and LOVED my stuff! WHAT (shocker, gasp, I may even passed out a bit), they wanted to fly this small town girl from KY to NYC to speak to magazine editors about being an entrepreneur.

I jumped at the opportunity to go to NYC, of course I would love to show off my talents! I thought I was going to talk to magazine editors and tell them about myself, and never did I think I’d come back re-energized about my craft & life. This NYC trip was more than just a press event, I mean press is cool, but to be told by so many that my stuff is amazing and I’m on the right track, is like, WOW! Seriously, an editor from Martha LOVED my stuff! I met a ton of people for the 2 days I was out there, one thing I took from the trip, start a blog! So of course here I am, listening to the people, public, and PR people.

To look back on the last 13 years of my life, I would’ve never guessed in a MILLION years I would be where I am today.

My life wasn’t always cupcakes & party banners, it was once a very rough road. I was a troubled teen, now before you go off and think, well every teen has their moments. Ask my Dad, he’ll agree I was hell-on-wheels, I’m sure he had nightmares about the stuff I hadn’t done yet. By the age of 18 I was pregnant, and faced with the reality of this.is.my.life.

Unwed, teenaged, single mother.

By the age of 20, I had seen & been through it all. Had a 1-year-old on my hip, dealing with domestic violence, drug abuse (not me, my then counterpart), food banks & life. During this time though, I was always working at least 1 full-time job, and going to college full-time. After I turned 21, I had committed myself to being a single mom, working & going to school full-time, I was doing it by myself. I put myself through college, graduated with 2 degrees & ended up meeting one of my biggest cheerleaders in life, who I eventually married.

The day I told my Dad I was pregnant he said to me: You will live your life-like you will always be a single mother, do not settle, you can do this. Do not depend on someone else, make a life that you want to live, whatever you want to accomplish, do it. Work your butt off, it will be hard, but in the end it will all pay off.

Well Dad, YOU WERE RIGHT!

Hard work has paid off.

While in NYC I went to the Empire State Building. While peeking through the window I saw a glance at the Statue of Liberty. To me she represents hope & promise. No matter what, as long as you work hard there will always be hope.