Mountain Marching

Things change. Things stay the same. Recently I have been thinking about where I am. About progress and regression. I am thirty after all, and that's as good a year as any to wonder and wander, gathering things to your chest. Perhaps it is a good year for a transition. They say that people get more done on decade eve years (29/39/49/59). This fits with my trajectory. Last year, I really hammered my Shipwreck goals, but I'd associate that less with fear of oncoming thirtyness and more with the fact that it was a breaking point for my Shipwreck plan. I had been working on this concept for 5 years, and I hadn't done a craft show, made any sales to speak of, hadn't really met any fellow makers. And so as I returned to New York from living at home, it was really important to me to give Shipwreck a full on, heave-ho, college try and if it didn't work out, then I'd move on.  SPOILER ALERT: it went really well.

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