Money. Perhaps my least favorite topic and my least favorite anxiety trigger. I hate thinking about it, I hate worrying about it, and I hate tracking it. But we all know it's a necessary evil, so I'm facing it head on. Making a living as an artisan is HARD. No joke. I end up pouring most of what I make in sales right back into materials for new work or paying the bills needed to keep me alive and housed. Most months, it's totally fine. But slow months come along, and that's when I panic.
May was slow for me. There was no rhyme or reason to it. It was just a slow sales month. March and April were fantastic, so I did have my sights set a bit high, but I definitely didn't reach my sales goals or do much more than break even. It's demoralizing. I work my behind off and barely scrape by. In the past, this has been the moment when I break and go back to a day job. But not this time, kids. Not this time.
Instead of looking at this situation as a big ol' brick wall of failure, I'm looking at it like it's a window and I can see through to the other side. I'm not sure whether I can just open the window or have to smash the glass out to get there, but I'm going to do it. I've signed up to teach two workshops in July and will most likely teach in August through October as well, and I've started dabbling in event consultation for people who want to have a DIY wedding or other special event, but need a little help either in design, material sourcing, or creation. I'm also looking into making larger pieces (furniture, perhaps? My beloved restored furniture passion?) and consigning them to overcome the lack of storage space here in my tiny home. And the brainstorming is just beginning!
Instead of getting depressed, I'm getting creative. I'm not giving up this time.
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