Dee has just run down to the coffee shop (26 floors down) to get me another cup of coffee (is she a great friend or what?!) as she is dressed (from the first coffee run) and I am not. It's almost 1:00 pm Atlanta time and I have only been in Vegas since last night, but I am already adjusted to the time change. The week in Montana a couple of weeks ago primed the biological clock and I am right back to being a westerner (no surprise there). Now if I can just get back to being a blogger!
Life has taken me somewhere unexpected over the past few months. I can't say I was spiraling down (or up), nor can I say it took me down a new path as both the spiral and the path imply some predetermined (if potentially unknown) direction. I have been more like a leaf on a lazy stream: I have floated left and drifted right... No, that is the wrong analogy too. I know! I've been an ant foraging for the hill. I wander here and there and on some missions I find something and come back successful, while for others I am tired, footsore and empty-handed at the end of the day. There is a long-term goal and a drive to any given action, but everything I do is a bit scattered and haphazard when taken one action at a time.
It is good to be flexible enough to catch life's curve balls and throw them back, but a life of reaction instead of action is draining and joyless. Time to put the joy and purpose back into my days, and one way of doing that is to get back into a routine. Routine and budget, those are two great lacks in my current existence. And so I begin the effort of renewed routine by posting here from Vegas on the first set-up day for the American Craft Retailer's Expo.
We haven't been to the convention center yet (set-up doesn't begin till 2:00) and right now everything is shiny and bright with possibility. Set-up can go quickly and smoothly, the electricians won't hassle us about putting up our own lights, the show will be well-attended, we'll take lots of orders, and maybe we'll even have the energy (and the money) to go to the Thunder From Down Under one night... "Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."
Now I best finish the coffee Dee so thoughtfully brought me (after I whined and pleaded A LOT), and get dressed for my day!