Progress.

Bit by bit, babystep by babystep, I'm lifting out of some pretty heavy funk. I'm beginning to suspect a that certain online activity in my life has been draining my time, energy, and any creative ideas I might have had.
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Beginning to suspect? Okay... revise that:  I know for absolutely certain that moderating a chatroom is as demanding as any job on earth, and that it has been draining my time, energy, and creativity. Trouble is, the work I have in the "real world" - art and crafting - requires time, energy, and creativity to even happen.
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Solution: walk awayyyyyy from the screen. Buy a copy of "The Artist's Way" and do what it says. Leave the computers upstairs, and travel downstairs to the studio, where your creativity can take form and be ready to bring your joy into other people's lives. Show up for the Work.
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So...at the end of Week Three of the Artist's Way, I'm back in the studio and starting to make jewelry again. Ideas are starting to come in two's... soon three's, I hope. And there's still time to create a bunch of them before the season's first craft show!
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And I'm sleeping better. I'm feeling my old well of positivity filling up again. And there's where the magic lives. I re-discovered my stash of seed beads today. Little glittery Delicas, silvery Rocailles... beads I'd forgotten I had. I'm seeing them sprinkled on a felted-wool fairy, with glittery feathery wings.
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magic. i feels it nearby.

Thoughts.

Ever want to just say "Screw it all"? Tonight, I do. I'm feeling discouraged, depressed, demoralized. I feel like I've put a lot of love and effort into projects and people who simply don't give a damn in return. I'm tired of feeling taken for granted. I'd like to just crawl into a big stack of books and forget that there is anyone else living in the same world as me.

I don't feel well, and I'm sad, and I want to just be quiet. Go deal with your own problems for a change. I never agreed to be your dumping ground. Especially when you don't want to hear what you know I'll say. I have enough sadness of my own without having yours heaped on top of it.

Tonight, I give up. I throw in the towel. I yield. I quit. bleh, yack, bluch, meh.

Leave me alone. Solve your own problems. Go away.

It's been a while!

Holy cow, where does the time go? Last I looked, it was Fall - and now I'm enjoying a cloudy, 75-degree day in March with a thunderstorm on the way.

With Spring, things start popping a little. Tom and I have sent a half-dozen cans of yard waste to the city for recycling, are slowly clearing out a section of basement, and are ALMOST ready to file our taxes (ha ha haaaa). I had a successful craft show this past Saturday, which means I need to make some more Stuff To Sell.

I'm getting tired of making the stuff I make... So my brain has shifted into "whatnow" gear. Time to stir the atmosphere, reach out a little, and see what the Cosmos might decide to let me play with.

Maybe fire-juggling. Or shark diving. Or maybe I'll just start knitting again. We shall see!