Life Changes and It’s All Good
September 8, 2014
So I haven’t posted here in quite awhile. I was slammed at work and life for months. Then I went to teach at Bead Fest Philadelphia in August and on the way back to Seattle I stopped in Colorado to attend an invitational retreat that I have been trying to get to for years. Just before leaving I realized that I can’t work like this anymore. There isn’t any break from the demand, no time to create, everybody always wants my help with something. This isn’t the life I would choose for myself but here it is. So before I left I told one college that I wouldn’t be teaching for them anymore. I also decided that I will not be going out on the road so much anymore. As much as I love my adventures it is clear that it’s very disruptive. It takes a lot of time to organize everything, order materials for kits and classes, maintain inventory of the materials, count everything single thing for kits, pay for every single thing…I could go on and on. Let’s just say that I’m currently a couple thousand dollars out and impatiently waiting to get paid (they take 40 days for goodness sake – ridiculous!). So why would anyone want that job? I don’t.
Unbelievably, I got a phone call today for work (on SUNDAY morning, I was barely awake). It was business. No emergency. Just somebody wanting something and they have my cell phone number. Really? It couldn’t wait for a business day? If I were teaching this weekend I would be juggling this call and a class at the same time? Ugh.
Before I left I was awakened almost every day by a text message or a phone call. I was scrambling around trying to get everything together to all hours of the night and people were waking me up 5 hours after I went to bed.
It occurs to me to say: it’s my phone for MY needs. Please don’t call me before 9 AM.
So beyond the venting here there is a real life. The real life I am choosing includes working in my studio, seeing my husband, cleaning my kitchen and even painting downspouts for the house. Because I don’t work every minute. No one ever said on their death bed: gosh, I wish I had worked more…