Floating

I am 25 years old, and the owner of an independent book shoppe.

*breath*

I am extremely grateful. 

For those of you who know us ("us" being the BW), you know I'd managed the store for quite a while before the transition to owner. But it's different now; outside the obvious, I have the strangest sensation of floating. Listing, aimlessly. That's not to say I don't have a goal; I do. I have a very clear picture of where I want us to go, where I want us to be, but... it's the getting there that can become a little overwhelming. 

I know what I need; a clear(er) plan. A time-table. I am not a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl. While I certainly take things in stride, I need a sense of definition.

So that is my goal, over the next five days. Sit down, sort out, schedule.

For those of you coming from the first blog, you will have no doubt noticed a distinct lack of sarcasm in this post but what can I say? It's twelve in the morning and I'm just, plain tired. I will, however, leave you with a quote I stole from someone famous:

"With all due respect to Lord Byron, there is no such thing as a Romantic Period."

Goodnight...