I had a bad day yesterday, I mean it was bad. Nothing seemed to go right, and it just kept getting worse. The crowning point in my day was when I discovered that a custom order that I had struggled with and completed earlier in the day, wasn't even remotely close to what was requested. I managed to somehow combine orders together I guess, because I have no clue what I was thinking. So there's that.
Recently (as within the last week), I've had 4 sticks go in the trash can. That's almost 16 hours of work, for nothing. Then the crowning point of my day yesterday... so, let's make it 5. Comparatively speaking, I haven't screwed up 5 in the last 6 months, so, this is a problem.
You may recall early on that we discussed "stress". Last night, I was a prime candidate for a heart attack, Erin and Ivy can attest to it. The fact is, I have too much that I've tried to wrap my arms around, between the blog, custom orders, and endless ETSY conversations. On a personal front, we just moved my 93 year old mother to a new nursing facility that's much further away and I need to visit her more frequently.
I'm not trying to make excuses, because I asked for all of it. However I'm finding that I'm failing on a number of different fronts, and that just simply isn't acceptable. I think you all know that I truly love what I do, and I don't ever want to put that in jeopardy. Last night in my fit of anger, I told Erin that I'm going to close the shop and go get a real job again. Fortunately sleep has a way of clearing the head, and I have zero intentions of giving up that which I love. Something has got to give however, and this is how I'm going to attempt to dig myself out of the hole that I've dug.
I'm going to finish all of the custom orders that are on the board, and then back off for a while. I'm not saying that I won't do customs in the future, I will, but just on a much more limited basis. I don't need practice, and when things go in the trashcan, that's all it is... 16 hours of practice.
I'll still blog occasionally, but I have to get my act together. I hope you understand, I do truly love all of you, and I want to keep it that way.
I guess all that's remaining to be said is "I'm sorry". I thought I could do it all, but I apparently can't.