A few months ago I decided that for the first time I would run a March break Art camp. For years I have been asked to and always have taken the break from my work to be with my children. This year one is at Uni and one is in Buenos Aires.
What is wrong with this picture? I am in my basement!
Humour and any trace of self pity aside, I feel so happy for them- even if I do love travel and school and would like to be in both spots, actually.
I let everyone know I was running a day camp this week. I put it out there.
There was no response. No takers. I was (sort of) ok with that. (Even though I had already
spent it on fabulous trips and shoes and adventure used the money to pay bills in my mind). A girl running her own business has to live with ups and downs. And I always have work- I could do other things.
Then, suddenly, with my un- convincing- IT SOLD OUT. In fact it oversold.
This week feels so productive. I am doing a happy dance.
Just the other day a few friends were talking about what really makes them happy and they had great and good lists of family stuff, good and solid health, being up north, and quiet nights. YES YES and YES. But I had to add "Depositing money I have earned into my bank account"
I wasn't kidding. I love working hard. I love earning for myself and my family. I love love love the feeling it gives me. This is fortunate as I have no choice.
On Friday when I leave for my vacation I will feel ready for one and like I deserve one.
That is the way it works for me and I am not unhappy about it.