I was watching Neil Gaiman’s Commencement Speech, and he said that the best piece of advice he was ever given, he didn’t follow.

During the height of the Sandman and Good Omens craziness, when his popularity was soaring, Stephen King told him to enjoy it.

Instead he worried and worried and worried about everything for the next 15yrs.

It made me realize something.

I am a florist.

I may not be a head designer, I may not even be the second designer, but I can make something.

I can make arrangements that look just like a picture in a book. I can make arrangements just based on a given recipe. I can make a cost analysis of an arrangement within a decently accurate range. I can make an arrangement from scratch and my own ideas and sell it. I can take a custom order and make something that a customer loves. I can make suggestions and help someone come up with their own idea and then make it a reality.

About two years ago I was sitting in my first Floral Design class, just happy to not be taking one of the Marketing classes as an elective.

I fell in love with it and found a job at a local floral shop at the pushing of my then-boyfriend’s suggestion.

I met people that have become like family and though I get irritated by them, get tired of work, and gripe and complain as much as anyone, I am truly lucky.

I am doing something that I wanted and want to do.

I am making money at something I enjoy with people who I adore and sometimes I forget that.

I am happy.

I am at a middle, I have more goals and bigger dreams, but I am accomplishing a goal, a step, a bit of happy.

I’m enjoying it.