Good Things Happen To Those Who… Desire

Where was I? Sidetracked, in a twisted sort of way.

There comes a time when I need to step away. No. Let me rephrase that. There comes a time when silence takes over. I have learned that “silence” manifests in many ways and rhythms.

At times, it means walking away from social media for a while. At times, it only requires a morning journey to a distant Café for breakfast in front of a good book, surrounded by the chanting voices of strangers.

Funny, that I should be someone who manages Facebook accounts for a few businesses on a daily basis, yet I am so inconsistent with my own social campaign. But this is precisely the sort of on and off routine that opens my mind to envision what might be next. Perhaps I strive on waves rather than ongoing passion.

Good things happen to those who wait. I am learning that there is a difference between procrastination and silent expectation. The difference in intention. More than that: the difference is desire.

Desire attracts results. That is clear to me now. Doors open; two doors so far, with two more on the horizon and a fifth through which I am about to take a giant step. More on that when it happens!

My days are full, always concluding with several hours of inventory building. New ideas flow that I might have brushed away years ago, when I lacked desire and confidence. At my age… it’s about time.

On my table, these days… a fresh batch of small gift pouches, because they sell like hot cakes, and the beginnings of something new, just in the nick of time for Easter.

Gotta get back to work…

easter project

 

 

 

 

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