Returning to The Soul, I Hope

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I've been writing, mostly journaling for two weeks now, something I all but gave up between the job, dance classes and driving. Almost too many ideas whirling through this crazy head of mine.... And I actually made a piece of jewelry last night - no, a whole set - pendant and earrings. I wore them to work today and got one order - but she asked for a piece a long time ago and I never got around to it, so it'll be a freebie. I intend to make it an exquisite freebie at that.

I noticed that the convenience store down the street has very little in their display case and asked about consignment. They might be interested. Christmas is coming and I could make a few bucks if I can stay motivated...that store gets a lot of traffic....and if I can get past the disgust I've felt over the past year or so. We are inundated with dollar stores and Walmart it seems people would rather buy junk made in China than something from a true artisan. I discussed this with a few artists at the Cherokee National Holiday this past weekend, and several volunteered interviews if I choose to get off my ass and write about this and all the other things I'm finding wrong with this world of ours lately.