Sawdust and Hair Gel

I missed a week on the blog.  Last weekend was such a nice one.  I braved the massive throng and went to War Eagle craft fair.   Because of traffic, it took a little over an hour to drive 5 miles.   I have to confess, I went to check out my competition for next year.   My husband went for the food and to check out the wooden products.

I love craft fairs.  Craft fairers are my kind of people.  They are individuals, independent thinkers, creative minds.   As I walked around admiring their art, I wondered if they were side hustlers like me, or if they were the fortunate ones who have figured out a way to break out of their 4x4 closely monitored cells permanently.  After buying a few precious finds, we went home and I started planning my inventory for next year...providing I get accepted for a booth space.

I have found that some of my favorite times are working in the garage with my husband.   He makes furniture and frames and I stain them.  He is always listening to his Willie and Waylon Pandora station.   At that moment, I feel closer to him.  There are no distractions, no cell phones, no tv's.  I always tell him I wish we could do this forever. 

What is the point of all this mindless rambling?  I guess its to say that I thrive on creating.   I have to be constantly thinking, creating, designing..if only in my head.  Many of us are the same way.   Yet most of us pay the bills with jobs that not only underutilise creativity, but purposely choke it out.

I had to visit and unnamed company this week.  They are known for their elaborate new work environment.  Innovative, I believe is the term.  All the cubicles are frosted glass.  The group I was with was enamoured with the setup, but all I could think was this must be what the inside of an ant farm looks like. 
I wondered why I can't look at this and think like the others.   I wondered why I am not impressed with all the hands on the hips and hair gel. 

I said before that I had had a big dissapointment in my "career".  Since I am a planner, I immediately started planning around that.   I was determined to not make my job who I am.  I sat down and made an elaborate plan to start copyrighting my patterns, I formed a new partnership with my godson, I started taking classes to help with all this.  I felt like I was happy, on the right track, in control and I started feeling like the dissappointment was a blessing.   Then, work threw another wrench in the machine. 

Due to the constant progression of bigger and better, I assume my job will be greatly reduced in January, so I get the feeling they are evolving it into something I don't feel suited for anymmore.  I mean, 10 years ago, I wanted heels and laptop cases and business lunches, but now, I want the 8-5 so I can have my sawdust, my paint can, my husband and "Lukenbach, TX".  So here I am,  at the crossroads again. At this point, in order to keep my side hustle, I will have to try to fit myself into the square hole.   So if any of you have words of encouragement or advice, or if you can tell me how to use that much hair gel without becoming a fire hazard, please post.