It's been a trying couple of weeks, and I took a little respite from writing here, so that I could accept what the coming four years in America are going to look like. But at some point you must relinquish feeling betrayed by the things you cannot control, no matter how ugly they are and looming they feel. I have rearranged my budget so that I can donate $100 a month to organizations that will fight the dismantling of human and planetary rights. I may attend the march on the inauguration. I plan to become more involved in politics than I ever imagined for myself. But after that, it's just about getting on with things. Especially because it is hard.
So here we are. I had a lovely week at home, visiting my mom, roasting a duck, seeing one of the best sci-fi movies I've ever seen, playing with my niece and nephew, seeing two of my best friends, and making 300 bacon bookmarks. It was a good break from the hectic pace of two job New York living, but it was also an important step for Shipwreck. Finishing the first of my breakfast food bookmarks puts me one step closer to my goal of attending a craft show in the spring. I only have two bookmarks, one greeting card, another round of correspondence cards and some stained glass birds to go (and then packaging, a finished logo, infrastructure for a booth, a system for charging folks, insurance, an LLC, signage, and a way to transport everything).
That said, I feel not so far away. I have left behind the idea of my door card, which while beautiful, and my first card design (circa 2012) isn't feasible for mass production. Which leaves me within touching distance of having a wide array of products I am proud of and an opportunity to actually meet the public and see what they think of me. I'm excited just writing the words. I cannot wait to see what people have to say, what interests them, the opinions about my pricing, EVERYTHING. I've been doing this for about 4 years and I have never really gotten feedback from customers. No wonder I thought about scrapping the whole thing before I went home for a year and was able to reconnect with my desires.
I intellectualized the project past the point of usefulness. Mistakes, are useful. Experience is useful. Exposure is useful. As I tried desperately to either avoid or postpone these things until I was ready, I created the blackhole that I felt Shipwreck had become. By never introducing inertia to the equation, and not understanding that the slog of climbing a mountain alone, is peppered with exceptional views and of success and learning and the wealth of connections that can only be formed through getting out and climbing.
I'm excited to use my crafting brain to create all my first drafts of signage, of systems of storage, of packaging, the works. I'm excited to have a good excuse for going home and spending good pockets of time there in my mom's garage. I'm just excited about Shipwreck for the first time in a long time. It's no burden, it's my passion! And I'm ready to work.
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