Origin Story part 2

Where did we leave off...? Oh yes It was November 12, 2011, how could I forget... here is the last paragraph from the last post...
The next morning, we had our hair appointments at that Salon... I saw clients with curlers in my hair... on the morning of my wedding, I think that was the action that really had the universe know that I meant business.
We got married that afternoon, then threw a fun Narnia-themed reception, complete with a wardrobe you had to walk through to enter the hall. It honestly felt magical.
The next week we squeezed in a two-night honeymoon in Jasper and stayed at the Park Place Inn, the one with the claw foot tub. We were only able to go because we’d been gifted some money at the wedding. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone anywhere. It was a challenging season for us. And still, that weekend was a gift.
Jasper was in that strange in-between time where the town feels like a ghost town. Some businesses weren’t even open. It felt like we had the whole place to ourselves. So we did what you do when the world gets quiet. We dreamed big. We let go of a few things that weren’t working. And for the first time in a while, we could feel hope starting to come back online.
Then I came home and got to work, like I always did. And 8 short weeks later, I had tripled my clientele.
My prayers had been heard. I could feel it. I was dreaming the big dream, and I knew I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.
Over the next twelve months, I grew that business even more. And in January 2013, I moved into my very own space.
I had started with 80 square feet in that salon. A tiny 8x10 cubicle. Then suddenly I was moving into 500 square feet, just across the hall, but it felt like a whole new life. With help, I painted it green, got some furniture, and hired my first employee. I even had a little kitchen and an extra office that eventually became home to an elliptical to keep me busy between clients.
It was a huge leap, even if it was only a few steps away. Because it wasn’t just bigger. It was mine.
I was 25 years old, and I was driven by the chance to work for myself. That hunger for independence was a gift my parents gave me when I was young, and I carried it with me right into that green-painted office.
But... here’s the thing. That space felt like the dream… for about five minutes.
Because it wasn’t long before I could feel it again. That familiar pull. The next edge. The next version.
And I didn’t know it yet, but the next change was going to ask more of me than hard work. It was going to ask for a whole new way of being and it was just around the corner.