I've been quiet here the past few days.  I've kind of been feeling low.  My positive attitude dulled a bit.  I've been hesitant to even write about it.  That's always been my first line of defense in the past.  I don't like sounding like a broken record, which I know I do.

There are some very good things going for me right now that I should be proud of.  I still get bogged down.  I think it is a fear of success.  There is probably a certain amount of self-sabotage at play here.  Maybe by writing about it, I'll defeat it.

I have plans to try and sell some of the craft items I make.  I've been frozen about getting started though.  That is purely ridiculous.  I've been moping around the house doing other things to "get ready" to dive into the crafty things.  Excuses.  I don't know why I fear that kind of success.  Not to toot my own horn, but I know my hats and scarves are just as good or better than what you'll find in the store.  I know I can make money from them.  I've even got my price set in my mind.  So......CW, get busy!

There are also some no sew quilted wall hanging kits looking at me here in a box in my dining room.  I have frames for them for when they are completed.  I have a consignment shop in mind for them.  So....CW, get busy!

I've been a little down about my relationship too.  That's nothing new though.  I won't bore you with that.  I've been a little sadder than usual about it though.  Part of my procrastination about "getting busy" is probably largely to do with my fear of letting go.  Would I free fall or fly?  That's the real burning issue here.

On October 22nd, the plan is to record the radio spots for the hypnotherapy program I use.  I need to get those spots written sooner than later.  I will make that a priority for tomorrow.  I'll email them to her so she'll have them Monday morning.  So....CW, get busy!

Today I'm going over to my parents.  I don't really want to but my husband volunteered to help my dad with something on the truck.  That means I get to go sit in the greasy old work shop all day.  I'm not happy about that.  I didn't like it as a kid and I certainly haven't changed my mind about it as an adult.  Our 45 minute drive over in the car is supposed to be our couple time for the weekend.  Can you believe that?  All he'll talk about is what the harvest looks like and who has what for different equipment.  How did I get  here?  I hate myself for it.  It's a mistake that is hard to correct without hurting other people.

I did start a new blog on crafting this week and I've been keeping up with my diabetic blog too.  At least I've accomplished a little bit of something.

I'm rambling.   I need to get busy.

Thanks for reading.

CW