I have a candle with a decorative metal topper that I bought at Jessie's school fundraiser, which reads: "Live, Love, Laugh". I light that candle when I need a moment of peace. It's rare, but I try to do it once a day. This morning, I sat with a cup of chamomile tea, the cat purring on my lap and I reflected on the candle for a long time - about 20 minutes - before Nick woke up ready for snuggle time. Here's what I thought about:
LIVE - Live like there's no tomorrow. What would you do if you knew with certainty you'd be dead in 24 hours? I may write a short blog post like this one. I most likely would try to cram in my Bucket List of stuff I have always wanted to do with Rich and the kids and my family and friends. I wouldn't worry about balancing my checkbook or cleaning the oven.
LOVE - Love like your heart can't be broken. Unconditional love isn't hard work, but it makes things a whole lot simpler. Just be loving, and your world changes around you.
LAUGH - Someone asked me what I loved to do most. I answered "Laugh." I love to laugh, I enjoy making people laugh. I laugh often. It keeps me sane. Do I laugh too much? No one has ever told me that, so I guess not.
Over my kitchen door, I have a grape leaf design plaque I ordered off of eBay a few years back. It says "Live Well. Love Much. Laugh Often." I decided this will be the central theme of the marketing campaign for Fresh. The vision/slogan is "Good. Clean. Fun.", but the marketing campaign will feature people living well, loving much and laughing often. That is what will draw people to my events, and event planners to join my company.
Note, I said "people". Not "bachelorettes", not even "women". I've been reflecting on this and researching, and I'm declaring a shift. I will build this company to enable anyone in the world to have good clean fun - men, women, children. I think the world needs more of that. We'll see if it is too broad a mission for the market to bear. We'll see...
I hope I am laughing all the way to the bank. ;-)
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Day 38 - Fresh's Providence Debut
Last week, I presented at Pecha Kucha in Providence. If you haven't witnessed this phenomenon, you should. People from all walks of life present their ideas or interests in the format of 20 slides, 20 seconds per slide. So you get 6 minutes and 40 seconds to present. The slides move automatically.
I got to present right before Mayor David Cicilline, which was cool. I think the audience liked it. People came up to me the next day, and even over the weekend at the flower show telling me they liked it a lot. Ironically, all three people who commented were guys. What does that say about market readiness? Hmmm....
Here's the Facebook Video Link. Check it out. Let me know how you like it.
I got to present right before Mayor David Cicilline, which was cool. I think the audience liked it. People came up to me the next day, and even over the weekend at the flower show telling me they liked it a lot. Ironically, all three people who commented were guys. What does that say about market readiness? Hmmm....
Here's the Facebook Video Link. Check it out. Let me know how you like it.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Day 37 - Motherhood Frenzy
In an early post, I wrote about "entrepreneurial frenzy". Today, I write of its parallel universe, "Motherhood Frenzy". Last Sunday's post I wrote about Nicholas coughing in the middle of the night, waking me up and giving me the opportunity to start the Platinum Bachelorette blog.
The next night, he woke up coughing again. This time, the coughing led to vomiting, all over his bedroom and the bathroom, at 1:30am. After calming him down, cleaning him up, changing his bed, doing the laundry, cleaning the carpet, bleaching the bathroom, etc. - for some strange reason - I could not go back to sleep! ;-)
And so, I finished my Pecha Kucha presentation and mailed it off at 3:30am, then went back to bed, to grab a few more hours of sleep before the sun poked its head out. Man, was I tired. (For those of you wondering, Rich was in California this week on a business trip. Normally, he'd be right there beside me, helping with the cleaning.) It was a rough week. Both kids sick, two birthday parties, client work to finish, house to keep clean, school volunteer time. And then, the snowstorm on Wednesday.
The weatherfolks (notorious for overpredicting) overpredicted, foretelling of white out conditions, 6-12 inches of snow, yada yada. Pecha Kucha was postponed until next Tuesday. School was cancelled. People all over the state hunkered down. Several friends of ours, knowing Rich was away, offered their help, if I needed it. I offered help to my aunt, who I knew who had to work in town, to stay with us if she didn't want to drive back to her home in the city. We all braced for the nor'easter.
We got about 5 inches of snow. Maybe.
Don't get me wrong, I was glad for the snow day. I've loved them ever since I was a kid. But instead of the peaceful days of lounging that I remember as a kid, it was a total frenzy.
I stacked the wood for the fire pit, pulled down the sleds, got the snowblower poised (excited for my first trial with it!), got the kids some movies, had a conference call in my slippers instead of a board meeting in the city, helped Jessie make chocolate chip cookies (filming segments for her dream cooking show on YouTube, of course), shoveled the snow off the deck, kept the kids from killing each other more than once, made chili in the crockpot, got the kids bundled for sledding, wiped the tears from Nick's face after Jessie hit him (in the face) with a snowball, made 2 snowmen and a snow cat, hung all our wet clothes to dry in the garage, pulled out some handmade Valentine's card material for Jess to work on, launched a client email campaign, cleaned the kitchen, folded laundry, played Littlest Pet Shop Monopoly, found batteries for the remote control R2D2 Nick got for his birthday, checked email, returned some phone calls, set the table, flooded the snowblower, called Rich for a phone consult on what I did wrong, cleared the driveway, greeted Aunt Judy, put out cheese and crackers, poured wine, enjoyed dinner, cleared off her car, said goodbye, gave the kids showers, cleaned the kitchen, and then ABSOLUTELY CRASHED!
Gone are the days of lounging around in pajamas on a snow day. I'd like to think this was an unusually busy day, but it was par for the course. And I have "only" two kids. How the HELL does the Octo-mom do it?! I have renewed respect for single mothers. I laugh and call myself "The High-Octane Mom".
When I tell people that I work from home, I am sure they picture a serene setting, where the children put puzzles together on the floor at my feet while I quietly work at the computer, writing my book. Maybe once or twice in the 8 years I've been doing this has that actually happened. No, my life is hectic, but I love it.
I thrive on chaos. I know that this lifestyle has caused a slight (severe?) attention deficit disorder. Or was that caused by my Blackberry? I fondly remember the days in my quiet corner office at my corporate job, when I could close the door and concentrate for an hour or two at a time. I know that someday, I will have that again. But for now, being a Mompreneur is my job.
My "maternity leave" has lasted eight years. I've started three companies, served on five boards, moved offices four times, moved to a new home once. More importantly, I've raised my daughter and son, been home to get them off the bus, helped out in their classrooms, and tucked them in at night. I've had LOTS of help from family and friends. I fall asleep on the couch every night (if I make it downstairs after getting the kids in bed). Frankly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I love my life, frenzy and all.
I am expecting Rich to walk in, red-eyed from his "red-eye" flight home any minute now. The house is by no means spotless, but I made an effort to tidy it up last night, because he appreciates that. There are fresh flowers on the kitchen island, and ingredients for his favorite meal in the fridge. I make an effort to please everyone. I glance over at the laundry basket that is once again full and needs folding. (Did I really do six loads this week?!)
Nah, I'd rather be blogging right now. The sun will be up soon, and like a duck that appears calm on above the water, I'll be kick, kick, kicking like crazy under the surface, to get it all done. (Thank you, Christine Carr, author of Mother Daze, for that reference.)
In case you think I'm applying for a saint-of-the-year award, please reconsider. I make sure I get plenty of "Me Time", too. In exactly 12 hours, I will be walking through the doors of "The Sweetheart Retreat" put on by my friends Kathy Black and Joanna Merriweather. For the 24 hours that follow, I will be immersed in the experience, gathering with a small group around a campfire, walking in the woods, drinking tea, meditating, RELAXING. Ahhhh... Good for the soul.
Because when I get back, it's school vacation, and the kids will want to play all their birthday games. There's a Valentine's Day cookie workshop, plans for more sledding and ice skating, the rescheduled Pecha Kucha presentation, Leading Women breakfast, another client email campaign, Jessie has a birthday sleepover on Friday, they both have basketball practice on Saturday, grocery shopping, more laundry, etc. And it don't stop. Nor would I want it to. Life is good.
But, don't you think "Motherhood Frenzy" is the perfect title to the life we mompreneurs lead?! It fits. If you know anyone, I am accepting applications for the position of "Michelle Logistics Manager". Please send resumes to Michelle@TheSassyLadies.com. ;-) Good luck!
The next night, he woke up coughing again. This time, the coughing led to vomiting, all over his bedroom and the bathroom, at 1:30am. After calming him down, cleaning him up, changing his bed, doing the laundry, cleaning the carpet, bleaching the bathroom, etc. - for some strange reason - I could not go back to sleep! ;-)
And so, I finished my Pecha Kucha presentation and mailed it off at 3:30am, then went back to bed, to grab a few more hours of sleep before the sun poked its head out. Man, was I tired. (For those of you wondering, Rich was in California this week on a business trip. Normally, he'd be right there beside me, helping with the cleaning.) It was a rough week. Both kids sick, two birthday parties, client work to finish, house to keep clean, school volunteer time. And then, the snowstorm on Wednesday.
The weatherfolks (notorious for overpredicting) overpredicted, foretelling of white out conditions, 6-12 inches of snow, yada yada. Pecha Kucha was postponed until next Tuesday. School was cancelled. People all over the state hunkered down. Several friends of ours, knowing Rich was away, offered their help, if I needed it. I offered help to my aunt, who I knew who had to work in town, to stay with us if she didn't want to drive back to her home in the city. We all braced for the nor'easter.
We got about 5 inches of snow. Maybe.
Don't get me wrong, I was glad for the snow day. I've loved them ever since I was a kid. But instead of the peaceful days of lounging that I remember as a kid, it was a total frenzy.
I stacked the wood for the fire pit, pulled down the sleds, got the snowblower poised (excited for my first trial with it!), got the kids some movies, had a conference call in my slippers instead of a board meeting in the city, helped Jessie make chocolate chip cookies (filming segments for her dream cooking show on YouTube, of course), shoveled the snow off the deck, kept the kids from killing each other more than once, made chili in the crockpot, got the kids bundled for sledding, wiped the tears from Nick's face after Jessie hit him (in the face) with a snowball, made 2 snowmen and a snow cat, hung all our wet clothes to dry in the garage, pulled out some handmade Valentine's card material for Jess to work on, launched a client email campaign, cleaned the kitchen, folded laundry, played Littlest Pet Shop Monopoly, found batteries for the remote control R2D2 Nick got for his birthday, checked email, returned some phone calls, set the table, flooded the snowblower, called Rich for a phone consult on what I did wrong, cleared the driveway, greeted Aunt Judy, put out cheese and crackers, poured wine, enjoyed dinner, cleared off her car, said goodbye, gave the kids showers, cleaned the kitchen, and then ABSOLUTELY CRASHED!
Gone are the days of lounging around in pajamas on a snow day. I'd like to think this was an unusually busy day, but it was par for the course. And I have "only" two kids. How the HELL does the Octo-mom do it?! I have renewed respect for single mothers. I laugh and call myself "The High-Octane Mom".
When I tell people that I work from home, I am sure they picture a serene setting, where the children put puzzles together on the floor at my feet while I quietly work at the computer, writing my book. Maybe once or twice in the 8 years I've been doing this has that actually happened. No, my life is hectic, but I love it.
I thrive on chaos. I know that this lifestyle has caused a slight (severe?) attention deficit disorder. Or was that caused by my Blackberry? I fondly remember the days in my quiet corner office at my corporate job, when I could close the door and concentrate for an hour or two at a time. I know that someday, I will have that again. But for now, being a Mompreneur is my job.
My "maternity leave" has lasted eight years. I've started three companies, served on five boards, moved offices four times, moved to a new home once. More importantly, I've raised my daughter and son, been home to get them off the bus, helped out in their classrooms, and tucked them in at night. I've had LOTS of help from family and friends. I fall asleep on the couch every night (if I make it downstairs after getting the kids in bed). Frankly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I love my life, frenzy and all.
I am expecting Rich to walk in, red-eyed from his "red-eye" flight home any minute now. The house is by no means spotless, but I made an effort to tidy it up last night, because he appreciates that. There are fresh flowers on the kitchen island, and ingredients for his favorite meal in the fridge. I make an effort to please everyone. I glance over at the laundry basket that is once again full and needs folding. (Did I really do six loads this week?!)
Nah, I'd rather be blogging right now. The sun will be up soon, and like a duck that appears calm on above the water, I'll be kick, kick, kicking like crazy under the surface, to get it all done. (Thank you, Christine Carr, author of Mother Daze, for that reference.)
In case you think I'm applying for a saint-of-the-year award, please reconsider. I make sure I get plenty of "Me Time", too. In exactly 12 hours, I will be walking through the doors of "The Sweetheart Retreat" put on by my friends Kathy Black and Joanna Merriweather. For the 24 hours that follow, I will be immersed in the experience, gathering with a small group around a campfire, walking in the woods, drinking tea, meditating, RELAXING. Ahhhh... Good for the soul.
Because when I get back, it's school vacation, and the kids will want to play all their birthday games. There's a Valentine's Day cookie workshop, plans for more sledding and ice skating, the rescheduled Pecha Kucha presentation, Leading Women breakfast, another client email campaign, Jessie has a birthday sleepover on Friday, they both have basketball practice on Saturday, grocery shopping, more laundry, etc. And it don't stop. Nor would I want it to. Life is good.
But, don't you think "Motherhood Frenzy" is the perfect title to the life we mompreneurs lead?! It fits. If you know anyone, I am accepting applications for the position of "Michelle Logistics Manager". Please send resumes to Michelle@TheSassyLadies.com. ;-) Good luck!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Day 36 - Coughing up a new blog
This morning at 2am, I was awakened by the sound of my son's awful coughing. 'Tis the season. After he did not stop after several minutes, I got up to get a teaspoon of honey to coat his throat, stop the tickle and help him go back to sleep.
You guessed it. Mommy never went back to sleep. After trying for an hour, I got up to write. And started the new bachelorette party website. Yahoo! Feeling great about that. Read at your leisure - it's only two pages as of today.
I also did some more work on the Keynote presentation I am working on for Wednesday night's Pecha Kucha event. It will be the official public launch of "Fresh" and a bunch of friends are coming. I am soooo looking forward to this night. (My kids and I will stay healthy as oxes until at least Thursday!)
As it turns out, this particular night will have an international audience, because all the local chapters around the world are coming together Saturday to benefit Haiti. No pressure, but the world will be watching. This has got to be good!
Gotta run, I have to practice. I'll have 20 slides and 20 seconds each to pitch this to the Providence community. I'm sure it will be the quickest 6 minutes and 40 seconds ever!
You guessed it. Mommy never went back to sleep. After trying for an hour, I got up to write. And started the new bachelorette party website. Yahoo! Feeling great about that. Read at your leisure - it's only two pages as of today.
I also did some more work on the Keynote presentation I am working on for Wednesday night's Pecha Kucha event. It will be the official public launch of "Fresh" and a bunch of friends are coming. I am soooo looking forward to this night. (My kids and I will stay healthy as oxes until at least Thursday!)
As it turns out, this particular night will have an international audience, because all the local chapters around the world are coming together Saturday to benefit Haiti. No pressure, but the world will be watching. This has got to be good!
Gotta run, I have to practice. I'll have 20 slides and 20 seconds each to pitch this to the Providence community. I'm sure it will be the quickest 6 minutes and 40 seconds ever!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Days 32-35
Hubby left for 10-day business trip.
Daughter got stomach bug.
I had to cancel the Fresh strategy session, so nobody catches the bug.
The kids bowling birthday party, with 50 kids and their parents is tonight. Food, favors and fun are my main focus.
Apparently, I picked the wrong day to upgrade from my Blackberry to a new Android phone. I can't figure out how to do anything yet, and everytime I think I'm hanging up, I'm actually calling the person back. WTH?
So, no blogging on Days 32-25.
And, no apologies, either. It is what it is.
I will resume posts ASAP. Thanks for noticing I was gone! :)
Daughter got stomach bug.
I had to cancel the Fresh strategy session, so nobody catches the bug.
The kids bowling birthday party, with 50 kids and their parents is tonight. Food, favors and fun are my main focus.
Apparently, I picked the wrong day to upgrade from my Blackberry to a new Android phone. I can't figure out how to do anything yet, and everytime I think I'm hanging up, I'm actually calling the person back. WTH?
So, no blogging on Days 32-25.
And, no apologies, either. It is what it is.
I will resume posts ASAP. Thanks for noticing I was gone! :)
Monday, February 1, 2010
Day 31 - Insane or Strategic?
I sat around the table Friday night with my husband, Rich, three of my best girlfriends (Kris, Kathy and Cathy). My friend's husband, Chris, was in the kitchen making me the best dirty martini I've ever had.
Cathy was asking me about Fresh, and I told her about a new line of underwear and tank tops that I wanted to add to the website. She laughed at the brand name, and the whole table erupted in laughter.
"Michelle, you're crazy!" They said. I smiled. It's not the first time I've heard that.
Today, I got a phone call from a marketing friend who was calling for some advice. After answering her questions, I told her I might take her up on her offer to help me with some content development on the new website, because I knew what I wanted, but I have so much going on, it will take me a while to focus on it. She said, in a joking, but slightly sarcastic tone, "Oh, and you want to run a bakery on top of it all?" (Referring to the Sweet Cakes bakery essay contest)
"No, I don't want to RUN a bakery. I want to OWN a bakery. There's a difference. I can buy the supply chain for $59.95. I will keep the current staff and hire a manager to run the bakery. I just want the cupcakes."
Pondering these reactions to my business idea, I realized this entrepreneurship thing is not for the faint of heart. I have a very clear vision of the business as a whole, and all of the moving parts I need to make it successful. People I talk to can't possibly have the vision I do, and think in terms of their own perspective. That's okay. I don't mind if they think I'm crazy. I take their comments with a grain of salt. I know what I'm doing.
I can see that they are all thinking from the employee mentality. (And, yes, some of them are reading this, and I'm not trying to belittle you here at all!) I'm just pointing out where I would fail as an entrepreneur, if I got sensitive about every negative comment ever made about my ideas. I would never get out of the gate.
Running a business is not the same as having a job. No, it is not possible for me to do this alone. I cannot create the business myself to the scale of my vision. I cannot be out with bachelorette parties until well after midnight, drop them off at the mansion, then open a bakery at 4am, then go home to feed my kids breakfast, have meetings all day, make dinner, then go back out and do it all again that night. Now, THAT's crazy talk. I will have to get LOTS of help in this business, obviously.
The key is to have a strategic plan, which I am currently working on. What needs to be done? Who will do what? How much money do I need to fund all of this activity? How much money will be made by the various products and services? When will I break even? How profitable will I be? Who do I know who can help me plug in all the pieces?
These are all the questions one must answer when starting a business. And if the answer to all your questions is, "I can do that myself to save money," then it is not a business you're making at all.
It is a job.
And, you will be the worst boss you ever had. You will work yourself to the bone. If the business depends on you to do all the work, then it is not a scalable business, and you will never be able to sell it, unless you sell yourself. Does that make sense?
So, Friday, I have a big strategy session planned, and I've invited some key people over to go over my strategy and poke holes. I'm ASSUMING none of them will tell me I'm crazy, though I expect them to play devil's advocate and raise concerns, so that risks and pitfalls may be considered. Out of this session, I hope to get an actionable map of what the business needs to reach my vision.
Friday night, Chris came back to the table with my martini, and also asked some questions about the business. Being a small business owner himself, he was asking about the branding, potential services, and seemed eager to brainstorm a bit. I appreciate friends like this. I appreciate all feedback, positive or negative, but I get energy from other entrepreneurs who think like I do.
So, Chris, I raise my martini glass to toast you in today's blog. (I've been toasting a lot of people in this blog - see a trend? ;-) Thanks for playing with the idea, and if we ever institute a "least eligible bachelor" night at Fresh, you'll be top on my list. (It was his idea...and I love ideas! ;-)
Cathy was asking me about Fresh, and I told her about a new line of underwear and tank tops that I wanted to add to the website. She laughed at the brand name, and the whole table erupted in laughter.
"Michelle, you're crazy!" They said. I smiled. It's not the first time I've heard that.
Today, I got a phone call from a marketing friend who was calling for some advice. After answering her questions, I told her I might take her up on her offer to help me with some content development on the new website, because I knew what I wanted, but I have so much going on, it will take me a while to focus on it. She said, in a joking, but slightly sarcastic tone, "Oh, and you want to run a bakery on top of it all?" (Referring to the Sweet Cakes bakery essay contest)
"No, I don't want to RUN a bakery. I want to OWN a bakery. There's a difference. I can buy the supply chain for $59.95. I will keep the current staff and hire a manager to run the bakery. I just want the cupcakes."
Pondering these reactions to my business idea, I realized this entrepreneurship thing is not for the faint of heart. I have a very clear vision of the business as a whole, and all of the moving parts I need to make it successful. People I talk to can't possibly have the vision I do, and think in terms of their own perspective. That's okay. I don't mind if they think I'm crazy. I take their comments with a grain of salt. I know what I'm doing.
I can see that they are all thinking from the employee mentality. (And, yes, some of them are reading this, and I'm not trying to belittle you here at all!) I'm just pointing out where I would fail as an entrepreneur, if I got sensitive about every negative comment ever made about my ideas. I would never get out of the gate.
Running a business is not the same as having a job. No, it is not possible for me to do this alone. I cannot create the business myself to the scale of my vision. I cannot be out with bachelorette parties until well after midnight, drop them off at the mansion, then open a bakery at 4am, then go home to feed my kids breakfast, have meetings all day, make dinner, then go back out and do it all again that night. Now, THAT's crazy talk. I will have to get LOTS of help in this business, obviously.
The key is to have a strategic plan, which I am currently working on. What needs to be done? Who will do what? How much money do I need to fund all of this activity? How much money will be made by the various products and services? When will I break even? How profitable will I be? Who do I know who can help me plug in all the pieces?
These are all the questions one must answer when starting a business. And if the answer to all your questions is, "I can do that myself to save money," then it is not a business you're making at all.
It is a job.
And, you will be the worst boss you ever had. You will work yourself to the bone. If the business depends on you to do all the work, then it is not a scalable business, and you will never be able to sell it, unless you sell yourself. Does that make sense?
So, Friday, I have a big strategy session planned, and I've invited some key people over to go over my strategy and poke holes. I'm ASSUMING none of them will tell me I'm crazy, though I expect them to play devil's advocate and raise concerns, so that risks and pitfalls may be considered. Out of this session, I hope to get an actionable map of what the business needs to reach my vision.
Friday night, Chris came back to the table with my martini, and also asked some questions about the business. Being a small business owner himself, he was asking about the branding, potential services, and seemed eager to brainstorm a bit. I appreciate friends like this. I appreciate all feedback, positive or negative, but I get energy from other entrepreneurs who think like I do.
So, Chris, I raise my martini glass to toast you in today's blog. (I've been toasting a lot of people in this blog - see a trend? ;-) Thanks for playing with the idea, and if we ever institute a "least eligible bachelor" night at Fresh, you'll be top on my list. (It was his idea...and I love ideas! ;-)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Day 30 - The Rose
One of my Facebook friends, Kara Oh, posted a question, "If love was something in nature, what would it be and why?" Many comments piled up about rivers, and mountains and puppies. The first thing that popped into my head was The Rose, the song by Bette Midler, which is so soulful and beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes. In case you haven't heard the song in a while, here are the lyrics and a link to a YouTube video for you to enjoy.
"The Rose"
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
You Tube offered several videos - I liked this duet with Bette Midler and Wynonna Judd.
All we need is love. And roses. In describing the Fresh concept, I keep hearing myself coming back to LOVE. Where the wedding is a celebration of the love of the couple, the bachelorette party celebrates love for the bride by her family and friends. And my company will give them a chance to strengthen that love through connection with each other, whether just for a night or for a long weekend.
Yes, we'll party and play, but there will be an undercurrent of love throughout the whole agenda. And, roses. Lots of roses!
"The Rose"
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
You Tube offered several videos - I liked this duet with Bette Midler and Wynonna Judd.
All we need is love. And roses. In describing the Fresh concept, I keep hearing myself coming back to LOVE. Where the wedding is a celebration of the love of the couple, the bachelorette party celebrates love for the bride by her family and friends. And my company will give them a chance to strengthen that love through connection with each other, whether just for a night or for a long weekend.
Yes, we'll party and play, but there will be an undercurrent of love throughout the whole agenda. And, roses. Lots of roses!
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