As a small business owner one of the biggest dilemmas I face & often my most unpleasant is figuring out just how to price my items. I have found this to be a very common problem after talking to many different types of small business owners, everything from photography to handcrafted pieces like mine to small boutiques that re-sell items. We all must determine that magic price that will make us a living, make our time worth it & cover all our overhead.
Tonight, I had to go through the always dreaded task of backing up my phone & pulling important things off of it due to it malfunctioning. Seriously folks, I hate this part. I am the kinda girl who will fill up a 32gb external card & her phone memory on the regular.
As I was going through all the old text messages looking for pictures I might have not saved, (don’t want to miss any of the kiddo’s adventures with his grandparents!) I forgot just how much happened in the last year, both good & bad.
I just read that September is National Suicide Prevention Month. That combined with some recent song releases like Kesha’s “Praying” & a couple others, it has me thinking of some of my personal battles & growth.
In the past, I haven’t talked much about this part of my life. Mostly because I didn’t want to appear flawed, feel less than or embarrassed. I felt the need to look perfect to others.
Over the last couple years, I have slowly been more comfortable being vulnerable & open about even the things I am not proud of. I am not who I was 10 years ago, I have learned from it though. If this can help anyone give suicide a second thought than I don’t mind being an open book. Continue reading “Choose Life, Even When It Is Hard”
I used to think that people would change, even when they weren’t really in the place to want to.
That when they came to me for help, if I just said the right things, listened harder, was there anytime they needed me…I could help them learn from what I already had to learn the hard way.
That my help would inspire them take a different journey to a happier life.
Some of my favorite childhood memories isn’t remembering exactly what was said or one specific place & time.
When my Mom, Dad, younger sister & I got into our van to drive from one location to the next it was not uncommon for it to be a 20 hour drive or longer.
My sister was always reading or sleeping. I would sleep, listen to music, journal & read poetry.
When my Mom needed to take a break from driving I would sit in the passenger’s seat, than my Dad & I would talk. Continue reading “It’s never too late to learn something”
So, I have come to the realization tonight, not one that I am even sure I want to write down because it is not reassuring or flattering.
I have realized that no matter what I do, I am going to mess my kid up. Or I should say, my kid will mess up.
Here’s the thing…as a creative person I burn bright when I’m inspired. My fingers can’t keep up with everything my brain is designing.
There are weeks & months that I don’t stop. Whether it is creating new pieces, adding new limbs to Every Bit of Sunshine’s tree by branching out (yes I’m that corny, says the Midwest girl) with new charitable options & starting our Creatively Honest blog.
Then I get burnt out. It seems like with the creative process it ebbs & flows. I’m trying to figure out if it is better to push through when I am not inspired, or let myself focus on something else in my life until I can come back with fresh eyes & drive. Continue reading “The Road I Was Meant To Build”