Well, this weekend was mildly productive. I ordered two new pairs of glasses (much needed after my last pair literally fell apart in my hands) and they are awesome. My favorite of the two is a pair of think, square, tortoise shell frames. They make me look pretty nerdy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
I also spent way more money than I should have at Michael's, buying crafting supplies galore. At least some of what I got was on sale. I got a pack of 50 blank cards and envelopes on sale for only $5.99! I'm tempted to go buy more just because they're so cheap! But then I start thinking about whole-sale pricing and wondering if I'd just be better off buying all my craft supplies in bulk online. Gosh, trying to run an Etsy store is a lot harder than I thought it would be! Me and my best friend's store (http://www.etsy.com/people/PrettyNeurotics) makes me proud though. We have make 4 sales since we opened back in July! This doesn't sound like a lot, but there are so many people who talk about having no sales for months and months on the etsy forums, so I'm thankful to those 4 customers!
I always feel like there is so much improvement to be made to our little shop. We could always have more inventory and this I think is the most important to any new shop on Etsy. We could more clearly define our ideal customer and our brand. We need to come up with some sort of spreadsheet that will allow me to track our spending and sales because I know we are no where near making any kind of profit... I read the Etsy "Quit your day job" blog religiously now because I just can't imagine a better job than making crafts and selling them online. I know it will be more work than I can even imagine, but think of the benefits! No boss, no 9-5, no dress code, no phone constantly ringing in my ear, living off of my creativity... ah! I could explode from pleasure just thinking about it!!! Making special little somethings for individual people instead of working for a gigantic state agency for "the people"...
My current job stresses me out to the max. It just makes me think about what I could see myself doing as a career... and it does not include sitting in a cubicle for hours on end. Who the hell *was* meant to have such a job?
Also, learning to play the ukulele has been put on the back burner. I pick it up whenever I have a spare minute, but at this rate I won't be able to play until I'm 90. I must make note to find a way to stuff more hours into the day...
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Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Life
Today I sit at my desk totally at a loss as to what to do with my life. Post-graduation the only concrete option seems to be to go back to school, but that's not happening so soon after regaining intellectual freedom. To be able to read any book I want is just to delicious to give up. I can savor authors for hours upon hours now, reread passages until they echo between my ears and never give a though to writing a, dare I say the word... paper. It must be good to take a break from producing work to let ideas saturate the mind. I just want to devour book after book. If only I could get paid to read.
I'm reminded of this passage from one of my favs:
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7
I can see so many lives I want to live, so many adventures to have. How do we ever decide what to become? Nietzsche is said to have liked the motto "Become what you are." I take this to mean that you should follow your intuition. My intuitions take me in twenty different directions every day. Become what you are. Become a cupcake maker, become a ukulele player, become a philosophy professor. Become what you are...
I'm reminded of this passage from one of my favs:
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7
I can see so many lives I want to live, so many adventures to have. How do we ever decide what to become? Nietzsche is said to have liked the motto "Become what you are." I take this to mean that you should follow your intuition. My intuitions take me in twenty different directions every day. Become what you are. Become a cupcake maker, become a ukulele player, become a philosophy professor. Become what you are...
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