longing to be somewhere else is a familiar feeling, creating restlessness along the way. the funniest thing is, i've been dreaming non stop about old places i've lived in, in a sense revisiting. as if i'm taking stock. perhaps that is exactly what i'm doing.
at 50+ i do consider what lies beyond me, and the uncertainties in front. not in a bad way either. probing myself a little, cleaning up messes, finding new directions (which aren't world shaking at all), twisting and turning some, on familiar grounds.
i've mentioned before my daytime job lost its allure. i've been stepping into job counseling, opening up gaps in my life i didn't let the light shine in on. and i realise, all while being snap happy mainly, i've been letting go of the wrong stuff.
i've decided to throw an open house party in november, these days called pop-up shop. straight after that i'll be reopening my online shop, only to take it serious this time. i will also be part of an art-at-home tour in the spring of 2016, showing off 'my houses'.