I seem to have said this on a regular basis over the last few months, but I really can't quite believe that we're now on the final approach to Christmas and the end of this year. I wrote in my newsletter at the beginning of the month that it feels like one of those years where the space-time continuum gets a bit muddled up, with it feeling mere minutes since January, and at the same time being amazed at how much I've packed into these 12 months.
I’ve been thinking a lot about should recently.
It seems to be a recurring theme of the movement around authenticity, embracing our true selves, and casting off the patterns of the old ways. Calls to let go of the expectations and pressures of our elders and wider society, to listen instead to what our heart and soul is telling us about the right path for us as individuals, and to release the need to conform to ways that don’t serve us.
I always thought designing my own website would be far too complicated to tackle myself, and would require a team of developers and a large budget to get something that looked professional and worked properly. I even worked for a web design company briefly so had a bit of an idea of the work and technical details and money involved.
Let's talk about money.
*Pause for dramatic effect*
Yeah, I know, it's not really something we do that often, and it can feel such a personal thing, or maybe a bit triggering - so if anything I write here makes you feel icky, then please don't worry about not reading further, I don't want any of you lovely readers upset.
Every now and then it's good to check in with how things are going, and half way through the year feels like a good point for this reflection. I began 2017 with big intentions, and even bigger dreams, and now that we've suddenly (it certainly feels that way sometimes) reached August I've been taking a bit of time to look back on what I've achieved so far this year, and what more I'd still like to do.
Ask me any day of the week and I'll tell you that one of the biggest things I'd love is to be able to move out. I've been living with my parents for the last decade since I moved back after university, and as incredibly grateful as I am for all their support, let's just say it's not always a smooth ride. Having a space of my own to make my own little home and live the way I want to has been a dream for years but unfortunately financial circumstances have never made it possible.
I did my first craft fair last weekend. It's the biggest step I've taken with my business so far, and a scary one, but also so rewarding. I'd been invited to take part in the second Support Local Pop Up in Tunbridge Wells, and we had the most beautiful venue - the Function Room at One Warwick Park Hotel, a gorgeous high-ceilinged wooden-beamed space with big windows and lots of light.