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Of course, it’s completely the wrong time to be starting a business, isn’t it, what with how the world is all higgledy piddledy at the moment? Or perhaps it is the right time? The ideal time, in fact, as people reassess their lives, and decide what is important, or valuable to them. Back at the beginning of this year my plan (hahahahahahaha...ha!) was to get my qualification in embroidery and then teach it as a subject. I have already ticked the teaching qualification box - I can plan and deliver a scheme of work, and run a qualification with the best of them - I would just be teaching a different subject, that’s all. And so I am motivated now to complete the qualification, aiming to do so by the end of this year.

And I wanted to incorporate writing into the equation somewhere. If the best selling novel contract is to remain elusive, at least I can teach writing and have some fun out of it that way. Add to the cauldron, too, mindfulness / relaxation/ slow living/ whatever else you want to call it, too, when we take time out to reset our mental buttons. A sort of mix and match service that blends together several elements of loveliness that resonate with me. Do you get what I mean? An alchemy of creative community welfare. Yes? 

Anyway, what with  all the stupid hoo-ha that’s been going on, the ‘don’t do this, don’t do that, stay there, put your life on hold indefinitely’ despite the fact that each day on hold is still a day closer to death, I’ve felt my enthusiastic plans wither on their baby vines, shot down by a sense of ‘what’s the point?’ and ‘this will never be allowed to happen.’ The new notebook folder I bought and started scribbling ideas in has been put to the bottom of the desk drawer and left untouched for months. 

But today - well, I don’t know if it’s that time of year when I start feeling optimistic about the future, as I usually do when my birthday approaches,  but today feels like the right time to hoik that notebook folder from the bottom of the drawer, reread all the notes I made, and continue onwards to making this ‘thing’ happen. (Note to Self: I need to find a name for this ‘thing.’ I can’t keep calling it a ‘thing.’) I  don’t know how I’m going to do this, let alone all the whys and wherefores involved, but I reckon I am at least ready to try. 

The place where I work is drawing up a plan for the New Way Forward in our small community. I keep thinking that I could offer something towards the building and development of that plan. It is niggling at me, a spark of something new. It’s there, that future of inspiration and hope. A spot of introspective thinking is required...

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Anonymous said…
Only two words for you: Do it!
KJ
16 October 2020 at 23:39
Denise said…
KJ, it’s got to be done!
17 October 2020 at 11:25
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