Well friends what a weekend. By that I mean what a crappy weekend. There were some AMAZING parts (visiting some amazing friends) but for the most part we had a few disappointments that left us angry and a little worse for the wear. The weathermen and women in Indianapolis described the apocalyptic weather forecast in great detail on Friday. The weekend would be a wash. I tried as hard as I could to figure out how to get my art to the wine festival without the "tornados" "large hail" or "flooding" damaging it. One or all of these were events were promised. I finally decided that I would not go. I could not risk ruining all of my art. I patted myself on the back, applauding my responsibility. Look at what a grown up I am. Sigh. Now lets spend a rainy family day together. I will make some chili, we will watch wonderful movies and I will be so glad that I was so smart. NOPE. Lets watch it NOT rain and we end up at the pool. THE POOL! I get it. There are starving children in Africa, I understand this is a total first world problem. I really do. Even though I understood I was SO angry. I worked so hard to get ready for this. I have another show July 4th weekend. I will be super ready for it.( I reminded myself of this over and over)
I was now pretty bummed I focused on the wine part of things. I had earlier considered that pretty smart or "knowing your market". Now thanks to a misstep by mother nature I am left with lots of wine themed art, and picturing customers at my next show assuming I have a real drinking problem. I had just worked SO so SO SO so SO hard for this, and now. nothing.
Its now Monday and I should be over it, but was still struggling with being angry. I don't know why I did, but I thought of last year at this time. We had just accepted an offer on our house. We had no idea that we were about to head into a crazy few events that would make us almost lose selling it, and lose buying the one we live in now. We had no idea how scary it was to watch everything fall out from underneath us.
Last year at this time I would have casually joked that I was so stressed that it felt like "I was going to have a stroke." not knowing that mom would have a stroke in a few short months. This time last year I did not realize how crazy it was to move. How in a short year, I would feel like I had always lived in this house, and love my new neighbors to pieces, yet still feel like my old neighbors are still "MY neighbors" and I would miss seeing their smiling faces every day (I did have that figured out). I would not have known how to maneuver around my daughters new school and some of the politics that came with it.
In other words. Look at the difference a year can make. Look at the difference a DAY can make. I know this feels like a big deal now, but put on your big girl pants, and get over it because who knows what tomorrow will bring! Stop wasting time wishing it is different, it's just not! So I am getting ready for an amazing summer with my girls, and a few art shows that look like I am a professional wine drinker. There are surely worse things than that. Happy Monday, people! :)
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