My blog is not only about the arts and crafts business but about life in general. My hope is to inspire you, inform you, and make your current beverage of choice squirt out your nose. I've chosen "Dog's Head Red", a fine red table wine that's a cut above good ol' Mad Dog. A very tiny cut above. It's not quite as refined as "Drive 'er Home", my other favorite, but quite swanky, none the less. Read quickly, before it's all too blurry.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The last time I posted was before my grandson, Greyson, affectionately known as G-Man, was born. Way back in October of last year. And here we are, some three and a half months down the road, and my little baby boy has already lost that newborn look. Ok, I realize he is not actually my baby boy. I understand that I must share him with his mothers. Intellectually, I get that. But my heart does not want to share. My heart wants to hog him, my arms want to squeeze him, my fingers want to pinch his chubby cheeks. I want to butt my big nose in where it's not needed and pick him up at the first sign of distress. Then, alas, when I do pick him up, thinking I can cure all his ills, he just keeps screaming. Until, that is, that I hand him to my daughter or daughter-in-law, at which point, his cries are instantly quieted. It dawns on me that these two remarkable young women have all the maternal instincts I was absolutely positive only I had. Oh, sure, they might ask me things like what kind of diaper rash ointment I would use, but when it comes to the stuff that's truly important, they have it figured out. Because that's what good parents do. They figure it out.
I find myself to be so distracted by life in general that it is very hard for me to be creative. I have been working on two lamps that are entirely different than anything that I have ever attempted, and it seems that absolutely nothing satisfies me. So I take them apart and start over, but I'm just spinning my wheels. Some of my distractions are good, like when my thoughts wander to G-Man and I realize it's time for a visit or I will go into G-Man withdrawal. But there are so many other distractions, ones that actually affect my life right now, and ones that I fear will affect my life in the near future. Like money. Or lack there of. Like the upcoming election. Like Iran and Syria. Or my eldest daughter, who is still trying to get the VA to cover her medical needs. Or my bowling average. Or the fact that my husband got a sports car to celebrate his mid life crisis and I got a treadmill. Really? Seriously?
The only thing that I have made a decision on this week is that I am going to get serious about my business and my life. And I'm going to do that by lightening my ass right the hell up. I am taking things waaaaay too seriously, and it needs to stop. Because, if the truth be known, the sun will rise if I only bowl a 500 series. The earth will continue so rotate on its axis (or whatever is rotates on) if I fall off my treadmill because I am so inept as using it. Let's face it, that 2 inch layer of dust didn't accumulate because of over usage.
So, I urge you all to keep things in perspective as you're putting $80.00 into you gas tanks to watch the gauge go all the way up to the half full mark. Yee haa. In reality, while it may be a pain in the ass and in the wallet, it's not what is important. What's in that photo at the top of the page is what's important.
Hoping for inspiration,