So here’s the thing. I’m having a little fit of pique these days and it’s frustrating me to no end. I can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything more than the bare basics of survival. You know, eating, some sleeping (not enough, of course), keeping my abode clear of dust bunnies, and earning a living. My writing has come to a standstill, and that’s even counting e-mails to people, commenting on blogs I might have time to read, and responding to comments on my blog, much less blogging or writing for pure pleasure. It’s a disgrace and I feel like Dobby, wanting to beat myself about the head and neck for not living up to my potential.
Dobby is not living up to his potential. Dobby must punish himself!
What can lift me up? I know ~ this weekend I’ll be at the Cannon Falls Wine and Art Festival showing my wares. I’m really looking forward to it, and I have a lot of candles, drink charms and magnets to show the world. And don’t even doubt the whole world will be there. It’s a great show with a ton of artists and a whole bunch of local wineries offering samples of their delicious wines. I even got a haircut for the event!
Hannah’s Bend Park during the Cannon Falls Wine and Art Festival. So much fun!
I’m looking forward to hobnobbing with customers and fellow vendors, eating some good food and listening to music. I’ll go into the weekend with a spectacular attitude that will ground me into my crafty business. When that happens everything else seems to fall into place. Who wouldn’t be energized by a weekend in a beautiful park by the river, meandering along a path of lovely artwork and delightful wines? Plus, I know spending some time close up with my products and the people who enjoy them (and will hopefully buy them) will give me a boost of energy to push me out of my funk. I’ll have more energy than I’ve had in a while and will be free once again ~ I’ll feel like Dobby, getting his sock to freedom.
Time has been a weird thing this past week. Sleep patterns and free time are disheveled, interrupted with a mental to-do list. Productive time is unfocused and laborious. The bright spot is the fact that I haven’t had to think about the day job. Mom went into the hospital last Tuesday and everything has been centered around her and her care. I don’t mean for that to sound like an imposition, because it’s a priority I’m glad to work around. But time…time is so turned around.
Auntie B's Wax 