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Making oyster plates won't solve the world's problems, but there is much power in people having the courage to shine. In 2015 we left Brooklyn for Maine; we leapt out of our comfort zone and took a risk - all in the name of discovering our best life. Finding my way back to making stuff has been the best gift. I'd be lying if I said that getting to where I am has not been a struggle. Being daring enough to stick with this crazy thought has taught me so much about who I am.
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And what's been the icing on the cake - to see people around me cheering me on. What is that saying? When we tell the story of the mountain we climbed - your words, your challenges, your triumphs... they become the stepping stones for their story.
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I look around and see successful small creative businesses, and I think - that can be me. I want to wake up every day and do something that makes me want to jump out of bed. That's the dream. For my sons, my husband, my family, and friends, I want them to see me as someone who has forged a life custom tailored for me. I want them to see me as successful and happy. Look. Mom thought up a crazy idea, and she is actually doing it.
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