I'm over half way through this bin of rayon chenille scarves, but still hours of work to do yet.
Today Doug is working on installing a new light in the laundry room and, for safety's sake, the computer that runs my loom needed to be shut down. Ergo, I could not weave.
While it was enormously tempting to take the afternoon 'off', things don't get done, so instead of weaving I'm back to fringe twisting. My goal is to finish the fringe twisting and, if possible, get all of the scarves wet finished before I leave.
In a recent conversation with another fibre person, she commented about people running 15 things off the side of their desk. Well, I do that, but I also use my dining room table...which is why there is a clear plastic cover over the hand woven table cloth that graces my table but largely remains invisible due to heaps of stuff all over it.
Being self employed means showing up, even when you don't much feel like it. I'd much rather be thinking about our upcoming holiday - the first in several years. Frequently my trips are for 'business' and sometimes I can sneak in a few days here or there that might qualify as a 'holiday' - insofar as I'm not actually making any money during those days. So, a holiday. Of sorts.
All too often I work at least a little bit, every day. Including 'holidays'. Yes I have been known to weave on Christmas Day. Thanksgiving. There is always some aspect of being self employed that can be tucked into a day - ledger entries, project planning, writing (like this blog - although that is more unpaid labour), research, writing.
Now I will be adding conference planning. More unpaid labour. But that is part of returning to the weaving community some of the benefit I have had, being part of that community.
But if I don't show up and do it - well, nothing happens.
Dreams are well and good. They are a pathway. A goal. But the only way to get there is to walk the walk. Show up. Do the work.