Honey, SAD and Finding the Light

Facebook is down for a bit and...Im ok with that. It's reminding me of how nice it is when it's out of my life. Ha ha!
Just a quickie blog while I sit here with raw honey on my face- its a lovely and easy facial without ANYTHING weird. Just bee goodness. 🐝
Launched prints yesterday and have alot of stuff to do to sync my SHOP up with some art products. I'm dedicated to getting my business to WORK FOR ME but there's SO MUCH TO DO AND LEARN! The first and primary thing is: MAKE THE WORK

So not getting too bogged down with computer stuff right now- I have to create, make the work and produce.
This was a weird week of starting a diet and killing it in the same sentence. I cant tolerate headaches. Im not doing it right. But my DIM came in and I'm starting it today.
Take 2! No beating yourself up just jump back in there. I also did not see my gym all week. Next week I'll be back to punching. Right now I'm being honest with myself and I just want to be home-creating and not having headaches because I'm depriving myself of coffee and food. 😒
It's Friday and GREY and Im fighting Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and I want the sun back but it is what it is.
It's Reggae time and paint time and finding the light that's there somewhere.
Have a great Friday! Prints can be found here: https://tigerbee-arts.myshopify.com
I'll talk more about the beautiful paper its on next time and also how these are LIMITED EDITION signed prints and won't be offered forever so get them while you can 💋

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