A divine intervention, by definition “is the interference of a deity in human life, popularly extended to any miraculous-seeming turn of events.” (dictionary.com). Couple this with a song that plays during the most opportune times, has yieldied clear answers for this weary soul.
In June, I announced I would be opening an occasional shop in downtown Morris. Today, I announce something drastically different. I am putting my daydream of being a shopkeeper on hold, along with my vendorship at the many shows I participate in throughout the year. Honestly, it feels remarkable. With a statement that is hard to verbalize, I am saying it anyway: “I am proud of me.”
I truly will never quit my daydream. Someday, when there is more time; a Junk By Jenny bricks and mortar location will exist. Until then, I don’t want to ever regret missing time with my kiddos, with Junk Hunk, my family, and friends. I want to devote the time they deserve to the high school students I teach in my business classroom as well.
I credit the quiet moment in late August at Itasca State Park as an awaking. Actually, the moment was far from quiet. Our kiddos were biking amidst our campsite as other camp go’ers strolled by. Everyone had their campfires bustling and crackling. Laughter and muffled conversations could be heard with the cackle of loons in the background. Even with all of the oh-too-common campground sounds, the moment was still, almost as if I had hit pause. The sun seemed to hang still, as the evening light flooded the northern Minnesota landscape. My to-do lists, plans for store remodeling, and filling my trailer for my next upcoming show faded. This divine intervention was my cue.
When I came to that realization, of course I spent the coming days and weeks questioning my decision. Call it karma or divine swoops, but in most instances, Florida Georgia Line would make their way to my radio or Pandora station. Although their SIMPLE song is about a love story, so much of it relates to my decision to re-shift my focus as a picker/junker.
Ain’t no need to complicate it, we both know that’s overrated
We’ve been there, it’s safe to say it ain’t our style.
It’s just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be. | Florida Georgia Line
Now, you should also know a true junker can never really turn it off completely. I will still be thrifting, picking, dumpster diving, and on the constant search of the next cool piece of junk. I will continue to host my annual vintage sale at our home in Mid-October, aligning with our fall break from school. I also am THRILLED to have a presence at Crooked Hinges, a new occasional shop opening in St. Joseph, Minnesota, also in mid-October as one of their consignors. Stay tuned for more information on both as that time gets closer.
My wish for you is to find SIMPLE in your life and hit pause from time to time. You will never regret choosing you and those closest to you.