Etsy: I finally did it

[soloadventure]

My Etsy Shop. Let me show you it.It has taken me two years to reach this point. The shop went live last night/early this morning, and by noon, I'd made my first sale. I am so very grateful to this customer, whoever she is (might be a connection from Facebook, might be a total stranger, I'm not sure). She gave me a huge boost in confidence, and I'm

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[glass_lion]

Oh jeez, I think that comment was mine. I am so sorry - that was not at all my intention, I did not mean that! I just wanted you to consider relaxing your goal of supporting your family with pottery. My artist friends don't make that much, any of them. That doesn't mean they don't do worthwhile stuff! Just that, like any new business, it can be hard to even break even for 5+ years.

I am sorry. Congrats on your shop!

arg

[soloadventure]

I wrote this long reply but the LJ app ate it.

Please don't worry about this, you didn't even have to out yourself. It was a useful comment that sparked a deep conversation within my own psyche, and healed a wound so deep and old I'd forgotten I was carrying it around. I am an artist. I can't do desk jobs. They really do make me ill, insane, and miserable. In that order. I'm not good at the employee game. I am damned good at ceramics. I wish I could teach somewhere. I am going to investigate how to make that happen. I am going to do shows next year. I am going to push my Etsy store. But most of all?

I'm going to admit to myself and the world that I am an artist. And I need to follow my heart. And for the strength and clarity that your input brought me, I am grateful. <3

[daisan]

SO gorgeous. I think I might be on Etsy; I'll hunt through my passwords and see if I can get on and favorite you. YAY for doing what you love and taking a leap. So much admiration for that!

thank you

[soloadventure]

Thank you so much for the comments and support. It means so much to me.

[soloadventure]

oh, Kate, it turns out he wasn't a cad at all. These women were pissed off, sure, but he was not the kind of guy to just screw around. he cultivated a bit of a Playboy air, but he went home alone.

turns out, he thought I wasn't interested in him. turns out, he would have stayed, or come back, if I had only said something. that night in his arms was sweet, and I think on it sometimes. there is an entire different path my feet might have walked, a path that might have led to extraordinary places. I am struggling to acknowledge that, and let it go.