Well…it’s happened…I’ve turned into my mother.
I’m kind of joking, but not really. My house is usually filled with the smells of baking, my plant collection is growing faster than my children, and I’ve started hiring people to clean my house. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!
Y’all….it has been a minute. How many months have we been living in this crazy, mind meld of a world? Eight? Eight months. Eight freaking months of “what am I doing with my life?” I’m going to level with all of you, because I think honesty is the best policy. These have been some of the hardest times I’ve ever faced as a self-employed creative. I lost a lot of work, I lost my part-time teaching job in the spring, and I filed for unemployment for the first time in my life. Yup. I’ll admit it. I needed the help. And I’m not ashamed of it anymore. I was for a bit, but ain’t no one got time for guilt anymore. That feeling will tear you apart if you let it. But I’m here. And I know you are too, working your buns off at life. Whether it’s owning your own business, being the best damn mother, wife, husband, doctor, lawyer, grocery clerk, therapist, or whatever! All of this is to say that maybe we need to start doing some new things in life, like hoard plants and bake bread, to stay motivated and find inspiration in new things.
So here she is, my new addition to the collection She’s a baby fiddle leaf fig. You know, those huge, hipster plants that you see in peoples’ Brooklyn walk-ups. LOL! I’ve always wanted one even though every single person has told me that are so friggin temperamental! They don’t like to be sunny, or not enough sunny. They don’t like to be under watered or over watered. They don’t like to be moved from their spot! Heck, one friend even told me that her friend’s plant drops leaves if she doesn’t say good morning to it every damn day! Yeah, temperamental AF!! I’ve put her in my office next to my other favorite plant in my collection, aptly name “Silver Anne.” (Did I mention I started getting gray hairs during the pandemic?) I’m hoping that by giving her a friend she’ll chill the f out. LOL!
But maybe this plant is kind of like me. And you know what? I’m up for this challenge. This plant and I are going to make it work. We’ll find our way in this mess we’re in. And maybe we won’t drop any leaves. Maybe we’ll grow really damn tall and strong. I’ve got more things to share and ideas brewing in my brain, but I’ll save that for the next letter, which may come again very soon because I’m trying to make a habit of writing on a frequent basis.
Stay close, friends. I’d love to hear how your months have been. What are you struggling with? What hobbies have you picked up? Don’t ever hesitate to write back and let me know how things are going in your life.