Literally. I’d rather be sailing. I’d rather be doing any number of those bumper stickers you see in parking lots and the freeway. But I’m not. I’m working. I’m digging in. I”m doing the behind the scenes not so cute part of creating and running a small business. There are so many not cute parts! Who knew!?
A couple of people reached out yesterday and asked if “I was ok”. Maybe I shared too much. Maybe I shared just enough to remind us that life isn’t always glossy. Sorry, matte finish. Yes, everything is ok. There’s just more than my share of stressors at the moment and part of my job is working through the stress which is a noticeable challenge when your job is to make….see previous blog…HAPPY ART!
It’s very smoky in the Rogue Valley right now. Air quality is poor and the town feels vaguely apocalyptic. Tourists are wandering the streets with ice cream cones and looking into the sky to see a red ball through the smoke, like a confusing eclipse sequel. Vendors at the farmers market are wearing masks like it’s downtown Bangkok. Local news is updating the fires on an hourly basis. The bucolic town is under a blanket. I drove to the lake yesterday to clear my head and it worked, a little. I parked and took some photos. I’ve taken those same photos in many seasons, clear skies, torrential downpours, wind storms, smoky summers, soft spring evenings and autumnal crispy mornings. Life keeps moving forward in all kinds of water. xo