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As you might know, this Sunday is PJP's second anniversary.  TWO YEARS.  24 months.  730 days.  17,520 hours.  I've been thinking about it a bit.  OBVIOUSLY. Two years is something, no?  While, it certainly isn't a banner milestone like our first year or like the five-year, 10 year, 20 years or more that other local businesses have celebrated, it is still something.  Because the cautionary tales of high failure rates in the first few years for small businesses run rampant, I feel like each year we pass is akin to planting a flag in the ground and claiming it as our own.  Sort of like Neil Armstrong on the moon.  But less moon and more pie.

There are a whole host of things I'd like to time travel back and tell myself, namely to invest in a killer under eye cream because tired will become the new normal.  Oh, and also, most of entrepreneurship is 97% more difficult than anticipated.  But knowing myself well, my 2014 self wouldn't have listened to my 2016 self.  Because 2014 self knew EVERYTHING.  (Let's not even talk about my 1999 self.)

But if I could travel back and give my 2014 self only the briefest glimpse of all the amazing things that would come our way in the next 24 months, I would have just about died of anticipation.  While challenging, these last 730 days have been more rewarding and fulfilling than the sum total of all the years I spent doing something else between law school and 2014.  I think that is how it works when you finally find yourself in the right spot.  I'm so relieved it only took me 12 years to figure that out.  I am always late to the self-discovery party, it seems...

We kicked around a few ideas to celebrate our 2nd anniversary, but none felt just right.  We aren't banner and balloon sort of girls.  But we are all for a huge glass of wine and a toast in PJP's honor, so...