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Date: 8/20/2019

As my first journal entry I want to differentiate between the nature of dreams I have. I’d like to say this one is extremely uninteresting but I have to start somewhere. note: some of my dreams are wild and random Wild level: 🔴⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️ It was daytime and I felt rather frustrated. As a usual part of my August-September routine I design and sell T-shirt’s for my countries Independence Day Celebrations and this year was no different. In the midst of my sales seeing as I was near 3/4 done with sales and orders I had the uncontrollable feeling that I was stuck. I was out of customers and there was no one who was contacting us or anyone else we could ask if they’d be interested. My number one supporter and fan has always been my mom and she would never tell me I was doing something wrong when we were trying to get things going. As usual I’d ask her for advice but this time she had blatantly told me I’m not gonna make it. Her response shocked me and I could not believe the nonsense spilling out of her mouth. She told me I’d definitely still have left over shirts and that there was no way I’d be able to sell those in time. There might have been more to the story but I can’t for the life of me remember. The End