I had a great week with my Mom but I came out of it feeling down because my ego got a few blows and so I am going to dump the false humility and hurt here before I move on and tell you about my weekend...
I recently mentioned that hubby told me that after K enters school, all I have to do is make enough to pay for the girl's schooling (they will go to a private Christian school). I can make money in any 'legal' ;) way that I want. I hope to make it by working at home. So I've started trying to utilize my talents and work out avenues of income in that direction. Since it takes awhile to make self-employment a strong income option I've been starting to gather my plans and am starting to feel out the territories I want to invest my time in.
As many of you know I have a gallery show of my photography coming up. I am planning on using the show as a means to jump-start myself down one avenue of income. I want to sell my work as Fine Art Photography. I've waffled over the years regarding what to do with my photography...but this is what I love and I think it is best. However, getting others to agree is an iffy situation.
I have an etsy shop for my craft projects and it does extremely modest business. However, until recently I haven't done much to drum up business. In this lies one of my sadnesses - I hate it when I make something that doesn't come close to my idea and this collage is one. I am going to post another collage that did turn out well at my craft blog but I am going to show the failure here. The frustrating thing is that I don't even know why I don't like it.
My third endeavor is writing. I was an English major in college. My last job before C was born was as a technical writer. I can be lazy in my writing style sometimes. However, writing is something, which when I am in practice, I can do well. I've been writing some articles and getting them published. I've also got a little weekly recipe column going. I had a rather insultingly low offer on an article this weekend and I let that get me down too.
The problem is that to let myself get down is a sort of bondage that prevents me from doing what God wants me to do and if I am doing the wrong thing it will prevent me from discovering it. I need a good kick in the seat of my pants.