I might have actually found a location. I think I’m in shock, and if I were honest, I’d admit that I’m a teeny bit nervous. (That’s code for “freaking out”). I was so “mildly” nervous that I bounced the deal terms off of my guy and prepared myself for a bleak response. Except, he thought it was a no brainer. He thought the space was located in a good community that’s positioned to become even better. He thought it made sense to sign the lease. I’m speechless. Could this be real?

I pause, remind myself to breathe, and say a silent prayer.

There’s only one issue that is barely even an issue. The landlord wants a February 1 rent commencement date. However, I’ve been planning to open on March 1.

I was opposed to anything prior to a March 1 start date because the months of January and February are when winter typically settles into the Windy City. That’s when the pristine white snow turns into a slushy, black-brown mess that makes life miserable.

But lately I’ve been warming up to a February opening. Valentine’s Day is in February. I’m sure we can whip up a couple sweet treats for the feet that might entice women to trudge inside for a little bit of Posh’aah.

I smile because I can already see Posh’aah. I can feel what it’s like to open her front door and step inside. I can hear our guests laughing. I can see them shopping. And I’m so ready for others to experience the happiness that comes from a mani-pedi at Posh’aah Nail Spa. 

I pray again, take a deep breath, and sign the lease. 

--Makeda, Posh'aah Nail Spa, Chicago