Just a little. I’ve been so SO lucky to have whirlwind success with Flora Forager, but I am scaling the learning curve of business very slowly. I’m trying hard to make good decisions, learn how to say no, and pace myself. I feel so guilty when I refuse offers, and at first I would say yes to everything and anything that came my way, but I am only one person. And I’m still a full time mom! I get several emails a day and it takes me hours to respond, and I have lots of collaborations and custom orders to work on. I am having trouble catching my breath! Just today I was looking over a contract, made a cover for a magazine, a logo for a business, did three interviews, added new products to the shop and advertised them, and made some of my own unique pieces that I was excited about doing. Oh and I also took care of my kids. It’s just crazy!
So my blog is getting shuffled to the side a bit. Not that anyone is keeping tabs, but to be honest my true love is right here, writing and blabbing about random things. I am not cut out of organized cloth!
Like for example: I feel haunted by Klimt’s Three Ages of Woman. I am so worried that I’m turning into the third age. The second stage is so beautiful, a brightly colored full woman with flowers in her hair, and the third stage is decrepid and depressing. I realized that I must counteract that image in my mind. I must create something beautiful for the elderly. The wise, sage, and seeding beauties. Darn it, Klimt, those are the GOLDEN years! You ought to have given the third stage more beauty.
It makes me want to write poetry about long lost memories. To paint silvery hair with moonlit flowers. To imagine ageless spirits held inside aging vessels. I want to give that thought precedence over all the rest right now.