My little sis Judea recently bought me this lovely vintage bag and train case set at an Estate Sale. The very fact that she of all people stopped at an Estate Sale, let alone looked around long enough to find something worth buying, shows that I have finally -after years and years- rubbed off on her.
So why do I need to escape you say? Well I don’t really. I like it here, I do. It’s just that, well it has been one of those weeks. Actually it has been 2 of those weeks. But who is counting?
For all you self-employed/artistic people out there I would just like to voice what I think we all feel at some point or another. Maybe I should just go get a regular J-O-B. Punch a clock. Work for the man. Do something normal for a change. Have a regular, dependable pay check.
But what would I do? And do I really want to go and do something else? Or am I just having growing pains with the kids in school 5 days a week, and the Holiday Season (typically my busiest) is creeping up on me way too fast?
I am not complaining, I promise. I am very grateful that I even have a choice in this matter, and I do not want to come off all “poor pitiful me,” because I am very blessed and I know it.
I just wonder if any one else who works from home or fits in the “struggling artist” category ever feels this way also?
I have a feeling that my doubt & restlessness is stemming mostly from the growing pains that come with change, and the tightness in my budget, but I can’t be sure. At least not today. Today if the perfect J-O-B came open I think I would jump at it.
But Martha hasn’t called offering me a 30 hr a week, work-from-home craft designer job, at least not yet. Oh, well. Guess I will have to just keep pouring on the glitter for another day, and pray and ponder this some more..
But just know that if I do fly the coop, I will at least be going out in style.