Now that I am employed, I don’t mind the baristas remembering my order at the local coffeeshop. While unemployed, and spending way too much time in coffeeshops not job-hunting, their familiarity made me nervous. Now, not so much.
Now that I am employed weekend mornings have become these treasures. Bastions of probable free time for me to sleep into, or wake up and write. Or sleep into, and then wake up and write. I do miss the best of unemployment. The long days, the matinees at the movies, the meeting with friends, the writing every day. But working is pretty okay too. I’m working at a pizza place and a salt company. The work, in both places, is unremarkable. But what’s important right now isn’t what, but how much. And there has been a lot of it. Over forty hours this last week, and around forty next week too. Enough that I’m not really worrying about money, like I was for a while. I’m still not spending much, but it’s from a place of, I want to save, rather than a place of, I can’t spend.
I want to save for some traveling after my sister’s wedding in August.
About a month ago I did a showing of my solo show.
This photo was taken at said showing. It went well, and has helped point me and the piece in a more focused direction. What’s next? Hopefully bringing on some collaborators. I’ve been sharing the piece a lot, recently, and getting some great feedback. Now it becomes my job to take that feedback, and get back to work.