I know I should have prepared better for the holidays -- I know I should have focused more on the shop. But, these days, I am of the mind that I have enough items. I struggled enough for the keywords and views and really, what I like is my customers.
I love when someone asks me if I can find something for them -- something special. I love when someone says "This is for my mom," or "this is for my best friend," and tells me what is special about them choosing my shop to order from. I've been working a lot one-on-one with customers and find it difficult to concern myself with SEO and exposure and other things I concern myself with generally.
But -- more than that, I've been busy, busy, busy. I've been in a Veterans writing class for a long time now -- well over a year. I enjoy it immensely and am a little miffed that because of the holidays -- I don't get to go as often.
That's me being selfish right there.
I am preparing for the holidays and everything is still up in the air. I don't know if I am cooking here -- or if we are going to family's homes. It's just not cemented. And that, is stressful.
I've been diligently completing my thesis -- finally, after a year off from my MA program, it was tough to get back into academic writing. Really, really tough considering I am also in the creative writing type groups for Veterans. The writing in the Vet classes is pretty cathartic -- so I find myself going there instead of my shop, or my thesis -- so I am always frustrated with running out of time.
I recently lengthened my processing time to 1-3 days, so that I can have that little breather if I need to write. But, I still try to get items out within about a day. It's just a personal breather for me to know is there. And, more often than not, if for some reason (like we recently had a power outage that left all the kids at home and me unable to get to the post office) I can't get your item off until the 3rd day -- I will probably upgrade your shipping without you knowing to Priority.
But, back to the creative writing -- it's done nothing more than make me wish I had not gone to all these communications programs. I know that sounds horrible -- but it's no longer my first love. I now wish I could sit in a room and read and write -- and get paid for it, lol.
I often hear "do what you love" and I agree -- but I wonder, what if what we "love" changes often? Is it okay to move between things like that?
|I can't remember where I found this -- but I think it was on Slate.com|