Paralyzed From the Brain Down - April 3, 2020

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To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.
One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. 

I'm thinking of downloading some filters for my next meeting at work and looking like the potato lady I can't stop laughing at this picture. 

And laugh…

Back in the Saddle- March 7, 2020


I have opened up my shop on Society6 again! Search by my name or click here to find my paintings available in prints or a ton of other things (barstools anyone?). Everything's on sale right now! It's a bah-gain...

Several years ago I had a successful Etsy shop. At the same time, I was working fulltime at the library which was undergoing fiscal challenges, working part time as an online adjunct instructor for a local college, dealing with stepchildren and the drama that sometimes happens in that situation and the regular day to day of life. 
I'm embarrassed to say that I became mentally and emotionally fragile to the point that every interaction with Etsy customers gave me horrible anxiety - and nearly all interactions were good, but I reached a tipping point. I gave notice at the college and closed the shop, both endings coinciding with changes that would have made life more difficult. 

For the first time in years, I could enjoy the holiday season without worrying about grades or angry students or marketing or urgent pleas from last-minute shoppers. 

It's a few years later and I'm starting to come out of the daze. I broke a lot of things, figuratively speaking,  while I was overwhelmed. I was a little broken,  too, but I can't say it was from the pressure or I had always been that way.

An artist I follow on Instagram made a statement last night:



I have been thinking about this.  I also got extra cushioning and it has protected me well. Do I still need that protection? 

Food for thought.

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