“The principle part of faith is patience”

I know that saying is so so true. I know it. But, but but . . .

I have a new competitor. And it makes me nervous. Really nervous. And I can't stop thinking about it. Is that bad? Yeah, it's pretty bad. Bad that I'm so concerned and worried. I couldn't sleep the night I found out about her. We have similar styles. The thing she has up on me: she has a studio space. Downtown. In the prime location I wanted. I'm a teeny bit jealous. So I'm going to do something. I must do something. "What?", you ask? Not sure yet. This is how I feel, though. This is the last time I'm going to let the competition rise above me. I want a studio. I need a studio. I ACHE for a studio. I.Must.Have.A.Studio.

I was thinking yesterday on my 30-minute drive to my chiropractor that I don't care where my studio is. I would even take a barn. I think I could make a barn look really really awesome. I just need to find that barn. Or that rustic studio downtown with brick walls (my dream). Or a brand new place. I'd take that too. Really, I'm not asking for much. I just want to be outa my home. Seriously, I'd take a barn. Anyone know of a barn for sale? :c)

Okay, vent over. Maybe.