Just poppin’ in real quick to update on where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to.
The answer is simple: in the craft room making pom poms or cutting fabric, picking up stacks of fallen piles, or searching, always searching, for that one thing I need to finish a project completely.
#QuitmanFest, my town’s annual fall festival, happens in 5 days and for the first time ever I have signed up to be a vendor. I don’t have nearly enough product but, luckily, I have a new friend who’s going along on this adventure with me. One has to start somewhere, right?
The other day, on our way home from a trip to town Thom pointed out-not accusatorially I must add-I have not made any money in the last few ventures I’ve embarked upon. Nor have I broke even. My first reaction was to feel defensive-I’m not doing it for the money. And, then, a moment later, saddened. I can’t stop making and trying just because the first few didn’t pan out. Make or die is what I whispered to myself as I looked out the window. Make or die.
Make a creative life even if it doesn’t end in a windfall. Make ends meet creatively. Make myself happy with life, every day, every moment.
Autumn happens in just two days. I’m loving pumpkin-everything and I’m loving the feeling of the season in my heart, even if it feels like a gazillion degrees outside, still.
