I decided to take a day for art. I wasn't excited about it, but lately, I'm a girl of gut feelings. I had the gut feeling to take today off, to make mass inventory of my pendants so they can be made today, cooked Wednesday, glued Thursday, packaged Friday, and sold Saturday. It seemed like the right thing to do. I didn't hesitate to set my alarm for 8:30. I didn't fight my alarm clock when I woke up. (I did feel guilty for not taking my pup out for a walk, though).
Since I don't have a phone, I decided to stop by the Community Center where I'd be selling my pendants on Saturday, to see if there was a size restriction on my space available. I forgot to mention that I'd be under a tent, using an oversized table. Upon meeting with the lady at the front desk, I was informed that they were overbooked, and my space was no longer available. Bummer. That didn't stop my day, though. I was disappoint, yes, but there will be another day to sell, right?
I got to Blue Heron and got busy. I had been thinking of a good friend, Lorrie, the night before and first thing in the morning, so I made cupcake pendants based after the one she made on our first glass fusing class together. They were fun to make. I played on the saw a bit, cutting out more shapes for my kitten pendants. I sketched a few ideas. I even stayed long enough (10 hours total) to attend a mosaic's class.
Customers came and left. Most of them are used to my face, most of them try to sell their work like I do. With a little courage, I talked with many people about my disappointment first thing in the morning. That opened doors to advice. I got several pamphlets on upcoming craft events. I received advice on advertising and how to catch people's eye. I met a woman in the mosaic's class (who I never would have met if I didn't skip out of my real job) who knows about Dave Ramsey, Eddie Bush, and has same opinions about life lessons (everything happening for a reason, etc.)!
Today was meant to happen. Today people who were interested in what I do and in promoting my success saw my face, heard my voice. Today I was reminded that art is something that is meant to be in my life, even if it has to be done a little at a time for me to have the disappointments and the learned experiences in the long run.

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