Yes, I know. Big surprise. I've once again COMPLETELY OVEREXTENDED MYSELF. Really, I do not clean my home anymore. I do not prepare meals for anyone anymore (including myself). I do not leave the house on evenings or weekends. All I do is crochet and plow the wall to wall carpet at the cube farm. Hel-lo? Can we all agree that this is not good?
If you were me what would you do?
- Give up designing for publishers and design just for website/blog at a pace that is more "sane"?
- Give up designing completely and just show the crazy junk I dream up on my blog?
- Give the cube farm my notice, sell my house, sell my car and move my family and crafty crap into an apartment with access to the bus routes?
I love my husband, but I'd toss him aside for a sugar daddy right about now.
Oooops, did I actually put that in print? I'm losing my yarn-encrusted mind!
Okay, let's put the notion of divorce aside for a moment shall we?
Really, I love designing, but my husband is an actor (read: unemployed...a lot), which means I am head of household, much of the time. Quitting my job is not an option, unless of course I can convince the hubs and daughter that living in a refrigerator carton adjacent to the surf in Santa Monica is a brilliant alternative to our current lifestyle.
Yeah, I don't think they'll go for it either.
So, do I give it up? Throw in the knitted/crocheted dishtowel? Cube farm in perpetuity?
I'm definitely at a crossroads. That's fer sure.