My First Farmers Market: What Really Happened

This past weekend, I did something that scared me I showed up for myself and my dream. I packed up all the products I had handcrafted with love made from the cleanest, most healing ingredients and I went to my very first farmers market.

It was a small market, new to the area and a little hidden, but I was grateful to be there. I had my table, my signs, my hope, and my heart. I poured everything into preparing, testing, and perfecting . I imagined the joy of sharing what I love with others. But if I’m being honest... it didn’t go how I imagined. I didn’t sell a single lotion.

When it was over, I got in my car and cried. Not just from disappointment, but from all the self-doubt criticism that followed: " I started to late? Nobody likes what I made.. Did I do something wrong? Why did I even try coming here.."

Truthfully, I felt out of my comfort zone. My body creams, my beautiful, handcrafted creations melted in the Texas heat, and I ended up leaving an hour early. Without one sale and most of the time that I wasn't talking to my neighbor or people walking by, I held back tears, trying to stay strong. I smiled. I educated. I shared my passion for holistic living and why clean ingredients matter. And I meant every word.

But I was hurting.

Still, there were moments that lifted me. I had conversations with kind strangers. I connected with a neighboring vendor whose daughter was the cutest little social butterfly. She suggested I try a night market next time somewhere cooler.

She also mentioned an artisan market that might align more with people who truly seek intentional, nourishing products. That encouragement meant everything.

I realized something important that day: not every step in your journey will be a win, but every step is still part of your growth.

Some people may not care about what’s in their lotion or even their food but my people, my niche, my community they're out there. People who care about wellness, ingredients, clean beauty, and holistic healing. People like you, reading this.

And while I didn’t make a sale that day, I made progress. I showed up. I stayed true. And I’m learning.

To anyone starting something new: give yourself grace. It’s okay if the first try isn’t perfect. Cry if you need to. Reflect. Then rise up and try again—with more wisdom, more strength, and the same heart.