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Its been a fairly good week taking care of business. Cyber Monday sale went great and prints and small originals were collected.
Got my Mom just about moved in to her new place and a fridge was given to her- YAY! Some negativity got interjected into my world but a friend took me for out for tacos- so balance is restored in my Universe. No one knows the shit I've been through and struggle with daily so negativity just can't be put in my mixing bowl. It can't. I just throw that ish right outta the bowl. Nope.
This was one of the most trying months Ive ever had to deal with and I don't have the energy for anyone else's bad vibes.
But back to the good- raised a lil something for Direct Relief on Giving Tuesday. Something is better than nothing. ❤ Got a nice tip for my prints- woohoo! And help from a friend which is always much needed.
Got my rent covered another month thanks to everyone buying from my Shopify shop. Now I can settle in to knocking out projects and trying to carve some breathing room for myself. December is just about here and its already rushy-rushy in my studio.
Thanks to everyone who has been supportive through my crisis month. ❤
As we head into a stressful month remember...we are all HUMAN doing the best that we can in the ways that we can. We are not perfect and sometimes things don't go the way we plan. There is a lot of unseen, unknown "stuff" going on in people's lives that don't get shown on Facebook. So have some empathy, compassion and no judgement on what information you "think" you have about someone else's life.
❤ In peace and good spirit.

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