Why I always seem stuck when I come here to write: this was the repository for my efforts for all those years. My brave, endless, courageous attempts to keep it all afloat and right — they were put here. I come here. I am in quicksand.
I was in quicksand.
Not anymore. Acknowledging something — figuring it out — is the first step forward.
Can we talk about how much I love NOT having to type medical notes every day? Can we talk about how much I love doing heavy lifting, physical work, moving displays, making art for displays, working at REUSE for my living? Be still my heart, indeed! I was on my way to work here. Decided to jump up on the fashion stump.
Today I am working furiously on business plans, personal mail and bills, and just cleaning up my art studio. What a ding-dang mess it is! I cannot function when it’s this bad, but I have been working on several projects and have pulled out way too much at one time. Henny Penny, I sure wish you were here to help me.
Oh, and I want to buy just one water plant today for the garden. Just one. Please. And thank you.
Enjoy this day!