My sister used to drive me crazy.
In addition to being a totally boring playmate (all she wanted to play was “store”!), she was constantly swiping my stuff to stock her shelves.
Everything, and I’m talking e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, was plastered with one of her homemade price tags.
So fast forward to March 2016 and no one was surprised when she opened her very own store.
It’s the kind of thing storybooks are made of, the ultimate celebration of a childhood dream realized.
And then one day, just as quickly as her dream had came to fruition, it all went up in smoke.
To say the fire was devastating would be an understatement. Watching all of her blood, sweat and tears wiped out in an instant was heartbreaking for me, so I can’t even imagine how it must have felt for her.
But she was determined.
And before the dust had even settled she began the process of picking up the pieces to start all over again.
More hard work. More sacrifice and sleepless nights.
And despite all the roadblocks, frustration and moments of overwhelm, she reopened a few months later even bigger and better than before, inspiring and supporting countless other women along the way.
A messy journey, to be sure.
But one I know she wouldn’t change for the world.
So today, as we mark the one year anniversary of her initial decision to take the leap, I honour her.
For following her heart.
For doing the work.
For having the courage to look a shattered dream square in the face and begin picking up the pieces without batting an eye.
You are an inspiration.