Grateful but Not Grateful, but Really.

Today, despite waking at 5 a.m. and having a very productive agenda on the books, I find myself writing a rushed blog before picking up the kids and picking up something quick for dinner—despite previously having a good dinner AND grocery shopping neatly accounted for in my time budget.

First, my car battery died. Then I got Triple A back in my life, and by 10.30 a.m. (a mere two hour delay), I was ready to roll. And roll I did—into a curb. My tire popped.

While I was standing there at the side of the road, yards from my driveway, the Triple A guy was gassing up his car before his next call, and saw my situation when he pulled back on the road. He took the time to stop and help, and I was so very grateful.


The fancy-fun handlettering I penned while waiting for my new tire.


My tire replacement ended up being free, since the tire was still under warranty, and I went back home mostly satisfied with the delays and issues—after all, it was only 1 pm, and I could work from home.

But then the little things started happening. And one more big thing: my Wacom pen broke. How this even happened, I do not know. What I do know is that I use my Wacom tablet to edit and finish my visual files—and so this was simply a huge dilemma I could not have today, of all days, as I planned to finish, like, FOUR things to submit for work. Also, I realized, I had no paintbrushes (they are at the studio where I planned to be working today), and other various work-impeding things were rudely piling up.

While I patiently waited for my tire fix, I penned “grateful,” in careful, artsy handlettering. And I was grateful, indeed, for all the help and blessings that were tucked inside these delays and mishaps. But at SOME point, I lost it. After about 2 pm with nothing to show for all my efforts, I was plain pissy with the universe for the clever lessons and cute nuggets of wisdom.
Did the universe not understand that finishing these assets and submitting them was important? And crucial to the rest of my short week? So I whined and complained to the universe for a while and then I got this wall art done, and I wish I could tell you had a moment of “turning it around,” with my bad attitude and all. But honestly, I am an hour and a half later than I intended, and feeling pretty rushed even now, and super annoyed that this day ambushed me with such brute force.

I am effing grateful, ok??




Let it Go

As the year winds down, and our lives slip into a colder state of being, I find it is the perfect time to focus on introspection. This is largely why I’ve chosen to focus on aspects of Moonphase that give me joy, and bring the buzz of energetic passion. I want to grow my business from the root of joy—rather than the root of “everything that I can possibly do but don’t have time for.”

The other day, my kids made getting out the door difficult. I mean—really difficult. Like the average one hour ordeal turned to three hours after my three-year-old unzipped my gym bag, dug out my shower bag, unzipped my shower bag and the interior pouches, pulled out some face soap, and slathered her little legs with face soap.

She used enough soap, I think, to wash the faces of every single Miss America contestant post-production. Before the soap incident, I was trying desperately to get everyone out the door—and it was not working. In fact, the more I admonished, pointed, prodded, pleaded, begged, explained…. the more they dilly dallied, dawdled, diddled, and didn’t.

After the soap, though, I thought. Why rush? What will fall apart now that we are three hours late anyway? I mean, really, the time to rush had long since past. Being timely was clearly not going to happen; so why keep rushing and pushing when it made everyone—especially me—so stressed out?

I had a sweet and funny conversation with the three-year-old about soap and skin and mama being so careless in leaving the gym bag out. And we talked about her favorite movie, Frozen. We left the house, without tears, and… my day got a lot worse. But that is neither here nor there, because I had a wonderfully useful revelation:

If it does not serve you, LET IT GO.

The work I love.

That’s what I plan to do as we spiral forward into a new season, a new year, a new cycle. I plan to let go of all those endeavors and expectations that did not serve me. Because of this, I hope to have time to share a bit more regularly on my blog, and offer some useful classes that tap into what I love most about being an artist and writer. I also plan to expand and update my line of little whimsies, while honing my focus to better suit the art that makes me joy-filled.


What have you decided to let go to better live your life? What have you been hanging on to that may not serve you? Feel free to send a message or discuss in the comments!

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Making Stuff

I am a creative freelancer: writing, fine art, and design. It is a passion to help clients achieve a vision that may not be conventional. I believe bringing creative thinking to the practical world is the key to success and thriving beyond “just surviving,” and that kind of unconventional creative approach is what I strive to deliver to clients.

My work has included blogging, illustration and commissioned fine art, as well as freelance professional and creative writing. I have also taught writing, art, and needle arts collectively for somewhere near a decade. Check back here for information about classes, events, and opportunities, as well as creative updates to a smattering of my artistic endeavors.