What’s really going on?

I will tell you what’s going on. I don’t want to find the other beige sock that goes with the light brown loafers. I don’t want to iron another pleat or cold wash another appropriate cotton and polyester blend blouse. I don’t want to pack my lunch the night before. I don’t want go to bed at 9:30 pm or wake up at 5:30 am. I don’t want to comb my hair or put on mascara.

Instead, I want to stay up as long as the creative juices are flowing and I want to sleep in and get up when I am damn well good and ready. I want to wear flip flops. I want a pair of yoga pants to be my daily uniform. I only want to put on make up when I have plans.

In other words, I’m getting it. The last few years have been about the universe telling me that I need to work for myself. Have we covered this? Am I just daft and I take nine blows to the head until I am called to action?

Trouble is, my creative juices have been dried up lately. I haven’t felt much like writing or painting. So, I’ve decided I need to steal from my prior self. That’s why I’m getting off my ass and trying to license some of my previous paintings to see if I can make money off my images.

It’s going to take an initial financial investment, and so far it’s taken it’s time toll (in keeping up the momentum, I’ve gotten a head cold), but fortunately, I’ve gotten what I’ve asked for so I can’t slow down now. All these years I’ve know what a horrible administrative/business person I am and I've hoped I could find someone to do it for me or tell me how to do it when it comes to making money off my art. "Where or where is the art manager or consultant for me to trust and light a fire under me?" I've asked.

Turns out, no one is going to do it for anyone, so the universe sent me someone to tell me how to do it. I've met that consultant and she's started me on my way.

More later… I’ve got to get some nose spray now so that I can breath. (God, I’m a head case in more ways than one.)