Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Day 14: Send Me an Angel

To the Anonymous Angel who sent me a card in the mail...you made me cry in the driveway.  Then I got a mental image of an angel struggling to fit wings through the doorway at the post office to buy a stamp and I couldn't help but giggle.  So thank you. ;-)

What else did today bring?  A 1/2 day of school work, a visit from a wonderful friend, a trip to Root's for walking and whoopie pies (Gobs if you're from our neck of Pennsyltucky), the final episode of Vicar of Dibley from Netflix and 60+ squares cut from scrap fabric.  I'll call it an easy and great day!  I need those from time to time.  It's days like this that recharge the old batteries and make me think that it's worth plugging through the rest of the days that aren't like this.

I talked to a candle maker at Root's today.  A lot of people have asked me if I am going to start making candles and my answer is, "Yes, eventually.  When I have more room."  That being said, I am always on the look out for a way to move out of here.  If I look at the facts on paper it is a little discouraging to say the least.  So I don't look.  lol  Yeah, I know, not proactive.  My point is that is sets me in a negative tailspin defined by limited thinking and self criticism.  I just keep asking myself, even with things the way that they are, how can I move into my own space so that my son and I can continue to get healthier mentally and physically and I can expand my operations into something that can generate a viable income?  What is the answer?  I know it's there, it has to be there.  There is always a way.  I feel like I'm stepping outside of my brain and looking into one of those I Spy books, except instead of tinker toy/doll baby chaos it's the clutter and brilliance of my own brain.  Scanning scanning, don't be so literal, what is that over there? in the shadow, no that's not it, if there's any doubt or hesitation then it's not the answer, I'll know it when I see it. 

Thinking
Thinking
Thinking

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