This name tag is not mine...

Second week back at work since my Covid19 adventures and I'm starting to get my groove back. This week I'm silver leafing, etching and glazing a new lamp shade while trying out some experiments on different processes to achieve certain effects. It's a little bit science a little bit Rock and roll. 😂

The goal is to recreate the sample style, so today I etch and glaze. Everything is a process with drying and curing time factored in, so I usually have a couple of projects going at once. I really like my job and am glad we were able to reopen and that they waited for me to recover.

I start every morning pretty much in gratitude. Thankful for everything and today I'm thankful for my job and learning. I'm also itching to get back into my studio, finish stuff up and get started on new work. I also took a few moments to write out some goals for art, finances and health and am pretty focused on achieving them. Covid 19 made me appreciate my life and time here. I was in a joyless rut and it slapped me in the face and sent me to the hospital. I lost family and it reminded me that's always around the corner. Enjoy each day. Enjoy each and every day and get those things you want out of life.

I've spent a good majority of my life with illness and all the debt that comes with medical bills and a low income. I've lived behind the 8 ball with nothing but struggle and strife on the calendar. It might take a lot of elbow grease but I'm climbing out of the hole and shaking all that loose. Every day is a new day. Stop wearing a name tag that does not belong to you. Mine said INVALID and now I'm shooting for HEALTHY. Do you have a name tag you need to throw away too?

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