Worry (Listen to this and read on)
Woke up this morning to dog sick, immediately followed by a call from the garage telling me that my car repair bill was going to be way on the wrong side of £500.
I have been coasting on a wave of good vibes and positive experiences so am a bit annoyed to have been whalloped twice in one morning with two very unpleasant things. I’m annoyed that the rockin art sales have suddenly had a massive bite taken out of them and I’m sure there will be a small cry of despair when I go to collect my car later and pay out my hard earned earnings. It’s life. This is to be expected.
It is with much hesitation that I look into the wide open mouth of 2012 and wonder how I’m going to make it through. I realize Christmas hasn’t even arrived yet, however, there isn’t much else I can do right now to earn a bit of much needed cash. I have done the market. My work is out in galleries and shops, all nice and stocked up. All I can really do is sit here and hope people buy my handprinted, hand stitched, individually made pieces. And yet I sit here and feel the worry reaching in, creeping its nasty little fingers along my spine, telling me to look at my not-so-distant future with concern and fear.
I have identified you, thing that causes worry, and I’m not going to entertain you much more today. There are plans set in place, plans that will begin to take shape in January. There are a few commissions to start off the year. One commission using a new print and LED action. I am so excited about this. There are also the 5 remaining commissioned pieces left to complete from The Connecting Thread exhibition. My days will also be filled with finally getting my teaching qualification sorted in Scotland. The fun bit will be to convince some fine school to hire me as their art teacher. Will my winning smile and experience be of interest to them? I hope so.
Working, planning, plotting, scheming then doing – I feel that I have done my bit so life, can you please step forward and meet me halfway.