A week or two ago I had decided I was going to make my blog more visible. Didn't have a definite plan but I did have a direction. I think Spring brings enthusiasm to life. Then my pc started losing it and made me tense and irritated not only because I couldn't write or post but I couldn't access my art classes or Pioneering Today Academy. So I took it outdoors. Dandelions were making their first appearance so I harvested. I now have about 7 quarts of dandelion oil started, roots and leaves dried and stored. Ready to make more balm from some of last years batch. I decided instead of tilling my small vegetable garden I would hand hoe it. Good exercise and I am nearly finished! I planted potatoes. I painted my outdoor table and chairs a vibrant turquois. In between I fought to get online which tried my patience for sure. I am currently working in my small orchard prepping the ground around the fruit trees for some comfrey and strawberry plants. I've got bluebirds nesting in the birdhouse near the garden, baby flickas checking the dried yucca stocks for bugs, robins patrolling for worms and butterflies fluttering around. There has also been a wake of buzzards and a Great Horned Owl. For living on a corner lot with busy road ways and a city hellbent on rapid growth I think we are doing alright.
The day turned out warmer than expected and the sun broke through so I grabbed my camera and wandered my yard. This is what I saw from behind the lens.
Lately I just flit from one thing to another. Can't seem to settle into regular writing, art journaling, art classes/lessons, deciding on blog direction, or landing an actual steady paying job. Freelancing has its benefits but unless you've locked into a youtube following, are an influencer, have a patreon account, or are a travel-writer that have magazines putting you in print, income from freelancing is spotty to say the least. How do I take the decades of experience I have in numerous fields and market/utilize it?
Lets be clear, I have no intentions of "reinventing myself", only evolving as a woman, artist and human being. People who think they know me only see me in the roles I've lived; daughter, sister, mother/grandmother, wife, and wage earner as these roles narrowly allowed. Each and all have been a building block that has brought me here. Now I am impatient and tired of the sameness of days. I guess for now I will continue to greet the days as I do and look for the comforting nuggets and synchronicities along side