Opening Day

I did it.

I actually did it.

After secretly dreaming of it for so many years, I finally opened a bookshop.

Even though it’s only every other Saturday, even though I still have a day job, even though I only sold five books to four groups of customers, it’s a success in my eyes.

Because I did it. And I didn’t sit in the cellar for four hours on my own while the rain whipped through the streets and no one came.

People came. And they said things like, ‘Great concept,’ and, ‘This is what we’ve been missing.’

I hope I can look back a year from now and smile at how happy I was that four groups of customers showed up, because now so many more people show up and the concept has grown. That’s what I hope. Maybe that’s a challenge to set myself.

Now I need to find more stock and another comfortable chair. Come autumn there will be hot chocolate and cake. People will need somewhere to sit.

While I was cleaning the floor on Friday evening, I was listening to ‘One Day More’ from Les Mis. I always do that before a big event. Never had the lyrics seemed more apt.

One day more / Another day / Another destiny

I own a bookshop.

Thank you to everyone who showed up, who liked and shared my posts. I’m so grateful.