The Learning Curve

Um, hi. *dusting off blog cobwebs* I know my posts have become sparratic and practically non-existent these days, but its for a good cause. :)

I'm learning a lot these days since I've plunged into my jewelry business full time. I've got a lot to say, so brace yourself.

I've learned that I am definitely a creature of habit, of schedule. One who needs order and routine. Yesterday I all but growled at my poor husband for coming home early. The weird thing is... I LOVE when he comes home early. Its quiet in this home apart from the tv in the background and Mini puppy snores. He comes in with a smile and kisses for me, and yet I felt irritated. Felt, torn by it.

I had gotten into a routine. 6 am wake up, getting him off to work with lunch and goodbye hugs. Onto computer to process orders. My work day continues and by 2pm I'm doing housework and prepping for dinner.

I loved having him come home around 5-6ish and sniffing the air full of comfort food aromas. Commenting on how pretty I look today and how nice the house looks. With him coming home early recently, its thrown off my schedule. He's in before the housework, before dinner, before I've primped. I feel less successful because of this and I know that's silly. Its like the mystery is gone. I don't have a magic wand anymore.

Baber, I'm soorryy. This is me apologizing, again. Most of you know my husband reads my blog. And you know he loves when he's the subject. (What man wouldn't??) Though I apologized for my irritable mood yesterday and this morning, I thought a public apology could do nothing but fluff his ego, right? For him, its probably the equivalent of coming home with flowers when he's saying sorry.

So there. I love you Baber. Come home early today. Please? :)

This morning I put housework first. I just took all my nice work slacks off hangers and folded them to be put away. To bring my jeans and shorts in the front. It made me smile. I'm learning that I am a lot more colorful than I thought I was, now that I don't have to pull on my black slacks every day.

Another thing I realize is that while I may not have the drama I had to deal with at my past jobs, there will always be negativity. For instance, in the world of crafts, there are lots of copycats out there. And some are so obvious. It just.... makes me really sad that some people out there call themselves artists and yet cannot come up with their own original ideas. Aren't they ashamed?

Last but not least, I've learned that just because I'm at home now doesn't mean I'm not busy. Some people think this is a joy ride. Like some think SAHMs just sit at home and watch soaps... So not true. I know their days are filled with chores, child care, errands, meals and more. Its a busy lifestyle but its worth it. I'm up before sunrise every morning and some days I work up until bedtime. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE it and wouldn't trade this blessing for anything, but I am actually working harder than I was at my office job.

I am less obsessed with my body now. No skinny chics around whining about how faattt they are, how they need to lose weight. I'm no longer comparing myself. And while I'm less fat-free food conscious, I'm exercising more.

Grocery shopping no longer feels like a chore. J hasn't been to the dreaded Walmart in a month and he's loving it.

I'm generally happier. Floating even on some days. Being creative is like a high for me. I was scared I couldn't do it on command, but I've learned that's just a challenge.

Things even out. Life stays balanced if you work at it. I'm learning something new every day about myself, my husband, my family. Who's behind you, really supporting you. Who you thought were friends, but who really aren't.

I'm getting there... and I'm sure there will be more posts like this to come. :)