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The busy, the bee

 

Facebook took notes away quite awhile back. No biggie but it's where I used to explain things... Like my current situation of being so damn busy it's making me anxious. Or how I've had to postpone two art show on the calendar because I just don't have my world together yet. 
Busy is good. Making rent and bills is good. Now to find time to paint, still continue bass guitar, still stay in touch with family and friends and not be a flake to the people who care about me. Not be a flake to myself, foremost.
I'll most likely be picking up more work in the not too distant. I'm in "stack the cash mode" and also plan for a vacation mode. I'm at least giving myself a little break at some point this summer.
Got a decor mural booked on Monday and some freelance work floating around that needs to be tended to. I've slacked on my business and website. I haven't pimped out my wares in months. I stopped caring about chasing the business. I'm feeling pretty good about me and where I'm at and am ok with people chasing my business at this point. Book me because my calendar is popping. I'm ready to paint it up and get things going again. I hope everyone understands - your girl is a busy bish trying to stack the bread right now. Pandemic funds are getting cut next month and I am trying to get ready for it. It's been nice not trying to sell myself for a change. It feels good to be quiet and anonymous. Needed the break but know my art business requires some attention so I'll be back on the scene when I catch up on some stuff. As of right now my art shows are pushed to the Fall. More details as we get closer. ❤️ Be well my friends and family!


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