Repeat: There will NOT be big snow in Philly or Baltimore for my shows. No. Absolutely not. Did you hear me? NO! (Please?)
I get a little scared. The big snows, the airport closures.
It causes flashbacks and more than a small recurrence of PTSD.
A few years ago I was making that journey on a hail mary attempt to save my business (more stories than I can count that were devastating to my new business--911 (I was there), an enormous theft of my van and all inventory, and more..., that left me beyond broke) and I borrowed some money from friends to get to the wholesale show in Baltimore, having just been given a space off the waiting list. I knew getting wholesale orders was my only hope.
It was a frenzy to try to be ready in 2 weeks, but I did as well as I could. When I got on the plane I heaved a huge sigh of relief and settled in to doze. A bit after take-off, the captain announced that we would be landing in Chicago, as all airports on the east coast were closed. I had $300 in my purse, no credit cards (maxed from the other disasters), and stayed for 3 nights in a hotel across from Chuck-e-Cheese's. No money to eat (vending machines) and more anxiety than I can possibly describe. Picture fetal position on the bed. I didn't know whether to go home, or keep pressing forward. Decided that since I'd already spent the (enormous amount) of money, I might as well try to keep going.
I missed the first 2 days of the show. 4 feet of snow in Baltimore. Most gallery buyers couldn't get there either. I got in at midnight, went straight to the show, set up all night, "showered" in the sink... Some buyers made it for that last day and I actually wrote a few orders.
But it was really grim. It was one of the nails in the coffin that led to foreclosure and bankruptcy a couple years later. Thanks to a loan from a dear friend, I was able to stop the foreclosure, and it has taken years for me to build my strength and courage back.
Ok, so that's a kind of grim post. Those are some of the memories that get triggered by the current warnings of "big storms airports closed" I keep hearing. Friends calling asking me what I think about it.
Well. I think that damn snow better quit falling before I leave on Wednesday morning, that's what I think.
And the snowplows better be waiting in formation on the runways.
And once is more than enough.
So I'm trying to not watch the weather reports for now.
I have done my very best to prepare, and am still finishing up the details as impeccably as I can.
It is out of my control.
But still, say a little prayer, ok?