March winds bring good tidings!

Must survive till March!

It appears March will be when luck smiles down on me at last. I have been waiting two years for money that is owed to me from my last job to arrive and finally finally it is being released to me AT LONG LAST! I think back on all the very hard times, riding a bike to the store weekly and picking the smallest cheapest chicken I could find and hauling my little stash of food home on my bike and back. Going without. Unable to help pay for my Dads headstone at the time. Missing out on so many things because I was broke. Being too sick and not able to see a doctor. At one point I even remember googling BOLLWEEVILS IN RICE to see if it was safe to eat the last box in the cupboard. UGH! Tight times indeed! I'm down to one pair of jeans that are nice enough to wear out. Havent bought socks and undies in wayyyy toooo looooong! So hearing that at long freakin' last I can live semi-human again just really made my day.

New socks and undies! YAY!

If I can survive one more struggley month I can finally get to that light I've been following for two years. The amount is nothing grandiose but it's enough for me to not have to stress over making sales CONSTANTLY and will allow me to catch up on upgrading some things that severely need upgrading- like this laptop I use- with no sound- that takes forever to load and has a leaned back screen that if moved goes WHITE. I may even allow myself one very cheap vacation away from the studio for a few days, camping somewhere or something inexpensive but totally wonderful.

Take the sunshine where you find it!

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