Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
~ Robert Fulghum
Yesterday I was overwhelmed by the first day on the job, with learning the new computer system, the phone bridge for taking clients, the protocols and the amount of people in general. For the first time I had more people in one day than I have had at one time…ever… each with their own needs and directions. Having to think on my feet and switch gears all day long with about ten minutes in between each new client was challenging…and I am still doing it today.
I will be able to make a good living at this, (like real good according to the pace of yesterday and today so far…Gads!) and I hope the shear volume of humans in need does not wear me out. I am practicing being kind to myself during this transition and allowing myself to not take on too much of anything else, while I adjust.
It will be nice to not be so poor (money wise) anymore, and it will allow me to buy the art supplies that I need, without doing without groceries or whatnot at the same time…as well as making a real difference in my families day-to-day life.
For the past five years I have enjoyed being able to sell enough art to keep myself going and work as just an artist full time…but the past four months of not selling has made me take stock…look at what my family can endure…how bad will I let it get before I take a pro-active stance and act to change it? Not long lemme tell you, I am a woman of action. So, here I am working with other wonderful human beings to help increase the joy quotient in their lives, better their today’s, improve on their futures and it fills me with inspiration.
I may have to scale back on the art for awhile, I may not get to create every single day…I may go through flopping on the floor with withdrawals…it could happen.
I am willing to do anything for my family…anything. So if it means that I have to take this job and work a full work week (40+) as well as doing art full time(hello not sleeping)…then so be it.
At least we will have what we need and I will work harder at the time I do have for art to make the minutes count. I can’t take time away from my family to do what makes me feel good, but I can manage my time better. Well…I have been writing this post for two hours now…between clients…which leads me to think that blogging might suffer with this new job as well…I will have to make a list of time needed and wanted, then prioritize that list accordingly to get the most out of every day…aaaahhhh, such is life.