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Day 2:

Behold, my 7 chosen items. And yes, I have already wished for another option. :)
1) Eggs
2) Chicken
3) Sweet Potato
4) Spinach
5) Avacado
6) Banana
7) Lemon
We are allowed salt and pepper and a little bit of oil. We are also officially allowed to cheat on family birthdays and Valentine's Day (DH would have a cow if I told him he wasn't allowed to 'treat' me that day... aw shucks, gee, I guess you are allowed, Honey!).

Every one of us was out and about on day 1, attending some event where the yummiest of foods were available to us. My mom reported that God made temptations easy for her... I need to find out what secret line she's talking to Him on. Lunch went by okay, but by the time my craft fair was done and it was time to go home I 'needed' a Dr. Pepper. And it was Happy Hour. No, I didn't cave. I just craved. Then I went to pick up a pizza for the guys to eat while watching the basketball game and the smell was driving me crazy! So yeah... first day wasn't a piece of cake.

It probably didn't help that the craft show was (almost) a complete failure. Had it not been for the one board sold to another vendor I might have written if off entirely and sat in my little pity party. In the middle of it my DH asked how I was dealing with the disappointment and I realized how high I had set my expectations. Silly me... I thought I was firmly grounded in reality and keeping a good check on my dreams. Alas, it seems that that's simply not how I do things. Dreaming big isn't something I even knew I tended to do just a short time ago, but I can see the pattern now.

But the joy that came with selling that one board at the end of the show helped bring my resolve back to the surface. The sweet young couple who chose to put their money towards a month of orphan care were genuinely interested in the approach I was using. Yes, they liked the product... but the husband had originally stopped to check out the chart that showed what each product would provide for a needy family. It was that ability to give that grabbed his attention. It gave me hope for the world, hope for the average joe I see in my day-to-day life. And, just as DH pointed out to me that perhaps the point of this venture wasn't so much about selling granite cutting boards as it was about my willingness to do so, maybe there's another point. Maybe the goal is to wake up a sleeping giant. Maybe it's more about giving others the same vision I have than trying to end poverty on my own. To use an analogy in a book I read recently, maybe my mission is to use my water hose to wake up the sleeping firefighters instead of trying to use my trickle to put out the fire. Maybe.