drifting

Miss D and I, yesterday, in the meadow behind the cowboy's house ... oh my the scent of clover

The huge expanse of meadow behind the cowboy's house. A meadow that stretches up gradually to the tree line. An ocean of green with occasional bits of colour, mostly clover. Missy D loves to swish through the tall grass. And yes she's on a leash, a long retractable leash - because she is a mad if it runs it must be prey terrier and her Mama is way paranoid and tres overprotective.

I'm still glowing from my lovely, restorative visit with MLou. Sigh. Lots of chatting and more chatting, coaching, support and friendship and now back to my real world. The real world of seeing if I actually do have an Empire (creative) to build, after much consultation and discussion avec MLou*, I'm back with some helpful new goals with schedules and deadlines. Just another amazing quality of that kind of friend - they have the ability to help gently steer you on the course toward your dreams but they'll also tell you honestly the goods you're going need to get there. For example - to work more efficiently (in my case way more efficiently), to set serious deadlines for accomplishing things, and hey ! the ultimate question that will need to be asked is are ya making enough money following this darn dream - to survive, and well ??? or do I need to plan a new course, a new career, a new income generating scheme ??? will I need to get a real job. Crash of thunder heard from stage left. Good friends help you to see the necessary reality checks of your life, as hard as some might be to look at.

I'll admit ... I have been drifting. I'm not making enough income to survive. So it's time to put up a new sail, set a new course and give myself one year to reach that distant CE shore. I finally need to find that safe mooring of satisfactory & growing income for my creative endeavours.

* she herself is a very busy successful self employed designer