'You can’t do it alone and you don’t have to’, he said.
I had just had a humongous screaming and crying fit with myself over some lost orders, unpurchased envelopes for an upcoming order and lots of unanswered emails piling up. I was angry; angry at myself for not thinking ahead; angry at the post office; angry at my inbox for Just. Never. Stopping and angry at myself again for choosing to go down this path. The first year of LH design was a tricky one, nonetheless. But hearing those words uttered by my partner was, what I imagine, it feels like when you’re thrown a lifejacket after hours of being lost at sea -- alone, cold and exhausted.Read More