Monday, Monday

Monday, Monday, so good to me … Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be.

At the back of our property above the creek sits my little studio.  It’s one of those pre-built oak buildings and I got it cheap because it was “pre-owned”.  Not very auspicious for something that holds all of my dreams.

Okay, maybe not all of my dreams, but a big portion of them right now. For the past five years I’ve been yearning—for more, for deeper, for meaning. I wanted work that was more meaningful, more impactful…just more than commerce. I also wanted time to explore my art during the day time and not just on planes and late at night.

Two years ago I think I was one of the first quiet quitters—neither entity in that relationship was getting what they wanted. And, I had been the breadwinner for our family for over 20-years, the pandemic and all of that shit, and I was done, burnt out, burnt up, just fucking ashes.

Since then I’ve been freelancing—and to be honest, this time it got off to a rocky beginning. I hadn’t reformed yet from the aforementioned pile of ashes and I was a bit of a zombie to be honest two clients didn’t get the best of me…still a little raw and upsetting. But then slowly, slowly I worked to create a group of clients where the relationships make for better work, wider and longer thinking…trust and safety. Where it is about working to live and not living to work. And, I’m letting my curiosity fly…I’m adding more skills—getting a Web3 certificate MIT. AND, I’ve been more than exploring my art. I’ve started a creative side business and I’m selling my art. I’m building a lifestyle that is incredibly joyous and satisfying, where Monday comes around and I’m eager and curious. Where I’ll spend a month in Greece. Where I’ll visit 10 Christmas markets across Europe. Where I’ll finish writing that fucking book. Where I’ll spend weekends not stressed about what is due, but rather teaching myself to carve wood and only cutting myself three times. Yee-haw!