Well, am I ever pooped.
I have this cool job. I am a visual merchandising manager for a big upscale department store. (I must not name names.)
That means on any given day, I can be using power tools, rewiring lighting at 16 feet in the air and deftly pinning garments that cost thousands of dollars so that they fit a manniquin like they were made only for that form.
There are quite a few elements of my job that are ( in their own way) glamorous. Often, however, it is like having the worlds largest laundry pile. And there is a certain "corporate element" to much of what I do.
I also drive an hour or more each way to do this occasionally glamorous job..
Often I am listening to NPR..
Often they are talking about global warming..
Often I am feeling guilty.
This week was very hard. Physically and mentally, pretty grueling. And tonight I am very tired. I wanted to open up an Etsy shop but I just can't. Maybe I can do it tomorrow, but not tonight.
I believe in craftivism. Remaking. Buying and selling locally. Independent designers/ crafters/ artists. Thrift stores. Sharing ideas. People who do and make and grow their own stuff.
I spent the driving time this week imagining making things for a living..
from my own house.
Living up to my own lofty ideals of what it might take to make the world a better place..
I wonder how big of a leap of faith that might take.