It hurts.
Most days I think I'm over it, and don't miss it.
I enjoy the freedom I have.
I don't know how I would fit it into my schedule now.
But then... I search edibles.
Halloween excitement.
Fall Thanksgiving.
The rush of Christmas orders.
The deluge of feedback. Is it vain to bask in the compliments?
The knowledge that I have a unique product in my popcorn.
That my Apples were one of a kind.
Now others are making them.
I can't stop them. I don't have any right too.
But it hurts.
Trying to be positive.
I will be able to decorate for the holidays.
I will have time to create with my kids.
I will have time to create memories.
But it hurts.
