In the last few weeks, I established that in order to be completely happy I must be creative. Since our jobs take up much of our daily lives, it would be best to pursue a creative career. But where to start….
I’m putting a lot of my creative energy into my Etsy shop. I enjoy the idea of creating new projects for profit. Of course, this is going to be a slow process.
So far, my favorite project is my ‘Goodnight Little Punk’ signs for nurseries. There are only two up for sale, but my goal is to make each one unique.
In celebration of my day off, I may start working on a few more projects. Or sleep, yet again. It’s rather irritating to work so hard that all I do is sleep during my time off. I don’t want this to be my future. I’m so afraid that if I stick with mediocre jobs just to earn extra money and get ahead that I’ll never get back out.
When I made the decision to focus all my energy into my creative future, I realized the negative repercussions that would follow: cold nights to save on heating bills, less dinners out, etc. It’s so strange.
I never figured that being creative for a living could be so dangerous. You pour all your talents and gifts into endeavors of your choice. And then, you send them into the world where judgement is passed against them, which can make them winners or failures.
The books written, the clothes designed, the cars created, and other projects are the children of the creators. When they reach the market, it’s kind of like high school. They start to get labels, and word travels quickly about them. The Snuggie, for example, went into ‘high school’ with very little in his favor. In the end, it was accepted as a dorky piece of merchandise and that’s how it gained it’s popularity.
I’m digressing again… oy vey!
I think I may go and work on my novel today. Taking that seriously could be my ticket into a working world I’d love to visit every day.