Back in the day, I used to own a soap shop where I made handcrafted artisan soap and sold it at the local Saturday farmer’s market. I remember one particular Saturday to be especially frustrating.
You know, the I want to strangle every person I come into contact with type of morning? Yeah, that.
First off, I woke up late (because I was up hanging with friends the night before. Whoops), my much-needed morning run to Starbucks took forever, then my tent broke. What the heck?