After several weeks slumped in deep dejection, I am starting to feel and act like myself again. After sharing with some new people and gaining some new perspectives, I am starting to think that everyone has one person who shows up at such a time in their life and makes them absolutely crazy and act completely out of character. I'm glad that mine has come and gone relatively quickly and now I can get on with my life.
Last week I enrolled in the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and am halfway through my warm up classes to prepare for the official start on May 3. This first step has me feeling very excited and hopeful for the future of my work life. This program feels like it was developed specifically for me and I wish I could express how amazing it feels to have discovered a potential way to integrate my passion for whole and preventative health with a career. I know that this is an important landmark for me and am more passionate and enthusiastic about my future than I can ever remember being.
Not only can I feel this change in my attitude, but my behavior is indicative of a return to my higher self. I have been taking care of my body again. Granted, I was running while in my gloom, but it was purely to keep me from going over the proverbial edge. I have returned to preparing meals for myself, going to bed at a somewhat decent hour, washing my face before bed... I have begun to wake up renewed with gratitude instead of despair. I have been working hard to surround myself with reminders to focus on these things and the life I intend to create rather than the things that are an illusion of the past or "lacking" in the present and I believe this is a big part of the return to the joyful person I knew that I was. Thank you for not abandoning me in my time of crisis and negativity. I did not intend to spread my misery, but I feel as though I did to a degree.
I hope that many of you will follow me on my journey to becoming a Health Counselor. Right now, this blog has become more about me than it has about soap and I don't know whether I want to compartmentalize and start a new blog or keep it all one for now. I am contemplating starting a new blog on wordpress for my nutrition and health learnings and insights. I encourage you to please share your thoughts and opinions on what you would prefer as visitors to this blog.
Showing posts with label Making Plans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Making Plans. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Realignment
I realize I've completely abandoned posting about soap during the roller coaster that has been my personal life over the course of the past few months. I originally started this blog as a way to integrate who I am with my soap and I'm sorry that my chaos has overrun the joint. I am getting really sick of feeling down, but just can't seem to snap myself out of it lately. As universal timing would have it, my mom sent me the Excuses Begone book & cd set from Dr. Wayne Dyer, which I started listening to yesterday. Several months ago, I was introduced to the doc with The Power of Intention and found it quite enlightening. I had taken to surrounding myself with reminders to think consciously, which somehow faded away and I fell back into old thinking patterns that landed me here. So... I'm taking Bon Iver out of heavy rotation and putting Wayne in. Who am I kidding, I'm listening to re:stacks right now... it's just so beautiful.
Even though I have been feeling sad and rejected as of late, I'm excited to have discovered something wonderful that I believe is my next step. Over the last year, I've contemplated going back to school. I mentioned that psychology has always interested me, but also, I considered becoming a registered dietitian, as nutrition as part of whole and preventative health is a big passion and fascination of mine. During my research of the real world application of this type of education, I realized that I wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea of creating nursing home menus and checking meat temperatures with little or no freedom to help individuals feel their best through diet and individual care. I am also interested in a progressive understanding of nutrition that advances with science and research. Then, I discovered the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and it was like the heavens opened up and a light shone down. This is exactly what I've been searching for. The next distance learning program starts at the beginning of May, so it is my intention to enroll within the next two weeks.
I do not foresee closing up Sudstress shop, but I will have to slow down while I'm studying. My love of soap remains, but it will have to be a part time love. I will update you on where Sudstress is heading, but for now it's definitely staying in the wedding niche. In fact, I need to go now so I can deliver 175 Sudstress favors for the BRIDES magazine event at the High Museum this Wednesday. I love making cutie pies.
Even though I have been feeling sad and rejected as of late, I'm excited to have discovered something wonderful that I believe is my next step. Over the last year, I've contemplated going back to school. I mentioned that psychology has always interested me, but also, I considered becoming a registered dietitian, as nutrition as part of whole and preventative health is a big passion and fascination of mine. During my research of the real world application of this type of education, I realized that I wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea of creating nursing home menus and checking meat temperatures with little or no freedom to help individuals feel their best through diet and individual care. I am also interested in a progressive understanding of nutrition that advances with science and research. Then, I discovered the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and it was like the heavens opened up and a light shone down. This is exactly what I've been searching for. The next distance learning program starts at the beginning of May, so it is my intention to enroll within the next two weeks.
I do not foresee closing up Sudstress shop, but I will have to slow down while I'm studying. My love of soap remains, but it will have to be a part time love. I will update you on where Sudstress is heading, but for now it's definitely staying in the wedding niche. In fact, I need to go now so I can deliver 175 Sudstress favors for the BRIDES magazine event at the High Museum this Wednesday. I love making cutie pies.
Monday, February 22, 2010
searching for inspiration in quotation
"Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it."
- Buddha
"If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting."
- Katherine Hepburn
This is the third post I've begun in the last three weeks; I hope to actually publish this one. I've been having difficulty quieting my mind of worry and stress over my future and thus haven't been able to organize my thoughts into a coherent piece of writing. Typically, writing helps me find clarity, but I suppose I've felt a bit more lost that usual. For the last nine months, I've been living off meager earnings supplemented by my savings account. In that time I worked on growing Sudstress and sent out numerous resumes, however I don't look so great on paper and need I mention the current job market? So far I have managed to exhaust half of what it took me ten years to save.
After recently having to get my clutch replaced; my brakes, rotors and wheel bearings fixed; running up a $1,700 bill for an MRI of my knee which was neither diagnosed nor treated, I finally decided it was time to stop hemorrhaging my savings and I get a restaurant job. While I'm excited at the prospect of a disposable income, which will be disposed directly into my saving's account, it's a bit of a blow to the ego and I feel like I've failed. This is not where I pictured myself at 33. In fact, I never had any picture of myself at 33 and therein lies the problem. I don't want to be 43 facing the same dilemma. I am aware of how fleeting time is and I'm feeling pressure to figure it all out and to figure it out now.
"You've got to jump off cliffs, all the time, and build your wings on the way down.
- Ray Bradbury
The last decade of having to work sometimes until 5 a.m.; a smoky environment; constant sober interaction with drunk people... it was starting to suck the life out of me, so I quit with no backup plan. I took the 'leap and the net will appear' approach, trusting that everything would work out as it should, opportunities would arise and I would make a successful escape from the bar business. Though it may feel like a step back, I acknowledge that it's not and that things could be much worse. I am thankful that at least I have the option of having gainful employment and that there are plenty of people who are out of work and struggling. The bottom line is that I want to do something more, I just don't know what that is.
The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.
- Arnold Toynbee
Soapmaking has been a great passion of mine for the last five+ years and I have put so much of myself into Sudstress that I am in no way ready to say goodbye to it in this process of moving forward. While I've managed to double my sales from 2008 to 2009, I'm nowhere near the numbers that could sustain me financially and I have to formulate a more effective and immediate plan. For now, I will focus more on cultivating the customized wedding projects and less so on wholesale, as the latter requires tremendous inventory, time, space and volume with a much lower profit margin.
"He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying."
- Nietzsche
Since about the age of 25, I've spent a lot of energy trying to figure out how I could integrate earning a living with fulfilling work. In the last year, I've really been digging deep trying to solve this puzzle to no avail. Once I find a direction, I approximate at least three years before I'm able to enter into employment into whatever field after the necessary schooling or training. I've waited this long, I feel like I could live with three years. What causes me to lie awake at night is the fact that I've been at it for the last 8 years and feel no closer to figuring it out than I did when I began. Sometimes it feels like I'm floundering with no end in sight.
"But" is a fence over which few leap.
- German proverb
Lately I've been contemplating going back to school for a Master's Degree in Psychology. I remember when I was a kid expressing enthusiasm for the field and mentioned going to college for it when some irresponsible adult told me how cliche that was and how impossible it would be to find a job with a Bachelor's in Psychology. For some reason, fear took hold and instead of the notion that with further education, a career in psychology was not only possible, but quite likely, and I gave up on the idea. Ironically, I ended up with a B.A. in Film.
To play it safe is not to play.
- Robert Altman
I've realized lately that many of my choices have been made in the same manor. Instead of moving toward something that could make me happy or satisfied or accomplished, I move away from that fear of possible failure. That possibility lies everywhere and I have let that hold me back from creating the life I want. That is how I believe I ended up in a place that honestly could be worse, but is ultimately not truly satisfying. A few weeks ago, it was in this sort of vein that I made up my mind to move to California, get out of my rut and start myself on a new path ripe with hope and possibility. The problem is, there are no quick fixes in this life and the necessity at the source of my confusion is the very thing that is holding me back: money. So I feel that I'm back to square one in a town that while full of friends and familiarity, no longer suits me. I want to leap but am bound by the very circumstance that I intend to change.
I am adopting the following phrase as my words to live by in hopes of affecting the decisions I make as ones that will move me towards happiness, fulfillment and some sense of peace. I need big change and it is a challenge to find patience when it feels as though time is of the essence and my efforts have been thwarted by my own doing. Perhaps I should move to Nepal and meditate indefinitely..
"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same." -Carlos Casteneda
- Buddha
"If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting."
- Katherine Hepburn
This is the third post I've begun in the last three weeks; I hope to actually publish this one. I've been having difficulty quieting my mind of worry and stress over my future and thus haven't been able to organize my thoughts into a coherent piece of writing. Typically, writing helps me find clarity, but I suppose I've felt a bit more lost that usual. For the last nine months, I've been living off meager earnings supplemented by my savings account. In that time I worked on growing Sudstress and sent out numerous resumes, however I don't look so great on paper and need I mention the current job market? So far I have managed to exhaust half of what it took me ten years to save.
After recently having to get my clutch replaced; my brakes, rotors and wheel bearings fixed; running up a $1,700 bill for an MRI of my knee which was neither diagnosed nor treated, I finally decided it was time to stop hemorrhaging my savings and I get a restaurant job. While I'm excited at the prospect of a disposable income, which will be disposed directly into my saving's account, it's a bit of a blow to the ego and I feel like I've failed. This is not where I pictured myself at 33. In fact, I never had any picture of myself at 33 and therein lies the problem. I don't want to be 43 facing the same dilemma. I am aware of how fleeting time is and I'm feeling pressure to figure it all out and to figure it out now.
"You've got to jump off cliffs, all the time, and build your wings on the way down.
- Ray Bradbury
The last decade of having to work sometimes until 5 a.m.; a smoky environment; constant sober interaction with drunk people... it was starting to suck the life out of me, so I quit with no backup plan. I took the 'leap and the net will appear' approach, trusting that everything would work out as it should, opportunities would arise and I would make a successful escape from the bar business. Though it may feel like a step back, I acknowledge that it's not and that things could be much worse. I am thankful that at least I have the option of having gainful employment and that there are plenty of people who are out of work and struggling. The bottom line is that I want to do something more, I just don't know what that is.
The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.
- Arnold Toynbee
Soapmaking has been a great passion of mine for the last five+ years and I have put so much of myself into Sudstress that I am in no way ready to say goodbye to it in this process of moving forward. While I've managed to double my sales from 2008 to 2009, I'm nowhere near the numbers that could sustain me financially and I have to formulate a more effective and immediate plan. For now, I will focus more on cultivating the customized wedding projects and less so on wholesale, as the latter requires tremendous inventory, time, space and volume with a much lower profit margin.
"He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying."
- Nietzsche
Since about the age of 25, I've spent a lot of energy trying to figure out how I could integrate earning a living with fulfilling work. In the last year, I've really been digging deep trying to solve this puzzle to no avail. Once I find a direction, I approximate at least three years before I'm able to enter into employment into whatever field after the necessary schooling or training. I've waited this long, I feel like I could live with three years. What causes me to lie awake at night is the fact that I've been at it for the last 8 years and feel no closer to figuring it out than I did when I began. Sometimes it feels like I'm floundering with no end in sight.
"But" is a fence over which few leap.
- German proverb
Lately I've been contemplating going back to school for a Master's Degree in Psychology. I remember when I was a kid expressing enthusiasm for the field and mentioned going to college for it when some irresponsible adult told me how cliche that was and how impossible it would be to find a job with a Bachelor's in Psychology. For some reason, fear took hold and instead of the notion that with further education, a career in psychology was not only possible, but quite likely, and I gave up on the idea. Ironically, I ended up with a B.A. in Film.
To play it safe is not to play.
- Robert Altman
I've realized lately that many of my choices have been made in the same manor. Instead of moving toward something that could make me happy or satisfied or accomplished, I move away from that fear of possible failure. That possibility lies everywhere and I have let that hold me back from creating the life I want. That is how I believe I ended up in a place that honestly could be worse, but is ultimately not truly satisfying. A few weeks ago, it was in this sort of vein that I made up my mind to move to California, get out of my rut and start myself on a new path ripe with hope and possibility. The problem is, there are no quick fixes in this life and the necessity at the source of my confusion is the very thing that is holding me back: money. So I feel that I'm back to square one in a town that while full of friends and familiarity, no longer suits me. I want to leap but am bound by the very circumstance that I intend to change.
I am adopting the following phrase as my words to live by in hopes of affecting the decisions I make as ones that will move me towards happiness, fulfillment and some sense of peace. I need big change and it is a challenge to find patience when it feels as though time is of the essence and my efforts have been thwarted by my own doing. Perhaps I should move to Nepal and meditate indefinitely..
"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same." -Carlos Casteneda
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Do you have the slightest idea (No, I don't)
My boots are getting heavy. As the hour of Peter's arrival draws near, I find myself panicked and confused. For lack of a better expression, wtf? He is set to leave in six days on a cross-country adventure with a final destination of my apartment. I never understood why people made rash decisions in the 11th hour of major events. I do now. I'm scared and that doesn't aid in clear headed & clear hearted conclusions. I am human and I too suffer from the human dilemma in that I have paradoxical feelings about all major events and areas of my life, including this one.
Sometimes I wish I'd created this blog anonymously so that I could talk through my anxieties with brutal honesty with no worries of exposing the personal details of other people's lives in a public setting. As it stands now, I edit, omit and sometimes spin to see the positive in things even if only for presentation. That is not to say I am reticent or disingenuous in my writing, but it usually results in large gaps between posts.
I also have a
Saturday, November 14, 2009
moving forward
I've had enough adrenaline and cortisol production for one week, so I'd like to move on and change the subject. Not sure if any of you have followed the story of me and Peter, but if you have, the last you heard, we had broken up. The thing is, we still were talking every day and not really doing any of the things you do in a break up to move past the person you've broken up with. It didn't feel like the solution we were looking for and neither of us were satisfied leaving it at that. It took me some time, but it actually was the step back I needed to take in order to move forward. That initial hormone laden, idealistic fairy tale, sparkles and fireworks period had worn off and I was left with the same great person, but in human form. This was a barrier I'd not yet been able to break through.
At the same time I was feeling this, he was about to move in with me from across the country and so I freaked. I think anyone with a history of retreating in the face of sustained intimacy would've had the same reaction. However, as we continued to talk and I continued to work on my fears and challenge myself, I turned a corner from the perspective of fear and flight to one of looking forward to an exciting challenge that brings with it amazing rewards that I have yet to experience in this lifetime and would certainly regret missing out on.
So, we decided to take another camping trip and see where that would lead us. Western North Carolina is beginning to become a tradition for us and it's one of my favorite places. Unfortunately we couldn't hike much because my knee was still swollen. Hence, the knee brace and mini-trampoline.
Aside from one major point of contention regarding bear safety during a period of 24 hours of rain, it was a great trip. Not only that, but the time we spent at home living daily life was completely different than last time when I was having my freak out. I didn't feel crowded or that my personal space was being invaded, but rather, I felt content and excited to come home to him after my daily errands. Coming home with him here was like a exhaling after a deep, satisfying breath of clean air.
After all of those days and nights struggling with whether I was ready for this kind of relationship, waffling between moving forward and moving on, wishing the decision could just be taken out of my hands, only after I'd found resolution, it was. Ironically, after I felt that indeed I was ready, still a bit scared, but able and willing to take on this new and exciting challenge, the fairy tale wore off for Peter and he was left with the same great person adorned in all of her humanity.
The dilemma was that Peter has dreamed of working in major motion pictures since he was a kid. He even went to school for it and worked in several aspects of production. For his whole life, the story in his head began in Los Angeles. All of the sudden, he was faced with the same feeling that I had not too long ago, that time was running out for him to get a start and if he made the "wrong" choice, that he'd always be looking over his shoulder wondering how things might have been. He was torn between me and L.A. with the idea that his career and a relationship with me were mutually exclusive.
I spent about a year (one week in real time) giving him space to figure out what the right decision was for him. I was in limbo. I let him know that I wanted to move forward with our relationship, but that I wanted even more for him to make a decision that he felt good about. It was important to me that he could feel as though he would be moving forward rather than like he was sacrificing something so important. If his decision meant that we really break up for good, I told him I'd be sad but I was sure that we would both be okay no matter what. The difficult part for me was that I couldn't start the difficult process of mourning the relationship, nor could I fantasize about our future together because both were a possibility and all I could do was wait. How long I could stay sane doing this was to be determined. Fortunately for me, after about a week and some conversations between him and his friends in L.A. who are in the business, he decided to commit to Atlanta for a year and re-evaluate then. Neither he nor I see ourselves in Atlanta permanently, but with my soap business growing locally, I feel I need to stay here for a while and cultivate it before transplanting it someplace else.
His thought was to be here permanently in time for Christmas, however my mom will be visiting for a couple of weeks and that would definitely be a full house. I haven't seen my mom in about three years, an amount of time that I feel is shameful and I'm thoroughly looking forward to spending time with her. So, it may be that Peter moves here after the first of the year. I am by no means suggesting that my mom's visit will foil my plans, please don't read it that way. My whole relationship with Peter has been a constant lesson in patience. You could say I have my yellow belt in patience. Besides the fact that time is flying by as my soap flies out the door during the holiday season, I enjoy the anticipation of exciting events and it's really not that far away. I'm looking forward to ringing in the new year with my mom and my man.
At the same time I was feeling this, he was about to move in with me from across the country and so I freaked. I think anyone with a history of retreating in the face of sustained intimacy would've had the same reaction. However, as we continued to talk and I continued to work on my fears and challenge myself, I turned a corner from the perspective of fear and flight to one of looking forward to an exciting challenge that brings with it amazing rewards that I have yet to experience in this lifetime and would certainly regret missing out on.
So, we decided to take another camping trip and see where that would lead us. Western North Carolina is beginning to become a tradition for us and it's one of my favorite places. Unfortunately we couldn't hike much because my knee was still swollen. Hence, the knee brace and mini-trampoline.
Aside from one major point of contention regarding bear safety during a period of 24 hours of rain, it was a great trip. Not only that, but the time we spent at home living daily life was completely different than last time when I was having my freak out. I didn't feel crowded or that my personal space was being invaded, but rather, I felt content and excited to come home to him after my daily errands. Coming home with him here was like a exhaling after a deep, satisfying breath of clean air.After all of those days and nights struggling with whether I was ready for this kind of relationship, waffling between moving forward and moving on, wishing the decision could just be taken out of my hands, only after I'd found resolution, it was. Ironically, after I felt that indeed I was ready, still a bit scared, but able and willing to take on this new and exciting challenge, the fairy tale wore off for Peter and he was left with the same great person adorned in all of her humanity.
The dilemma was that Peter has dreamed of working in major motion pictures since he was a kid. He even went to school for it and worked in several aspects of production. For his whole life, the story in his head began in Los Angeles. All of the sudden, he was faced with the same feeling that I had not too long ago, that time was running out for him to get a start and if he made the "wrong" choice, that he'd always be looking over his shoulder wondering how things might have been. He was torn between me and L.A. with the idea that his career and a relationship with me were mutually exclusive.
I spent about a year (one week in real time) giving him space to figure out what the right decision was for him. I was in limbo. I let him know that I wanted to move forward with our relationship, but that I wanted even more for him to make a decision that he felt good about. It was important to me that he could feel as though he would be moving forward rather than like he was sacrificing something so important. If his decision meant that we really break up for good, I told him I'd be sad but I was sure that we would both be okay no matter what. The difficult part for me was that I couldn't start the difficult process of mourning the relationship, nor could I fantasize about our future together because both were a possibility and all I could do was wait. How long I could stay sane doing this was to be determined. Fortunately for me, after about a week and some conversations between him and his friends in L.A. who are in the business, he decided to commit to Atlanta for a year and re-evaluate then. Neither he nor I see ourselves in Atlanta permanently, but with my soap business growing locally, I feel I need to stay here for a while and cultivate it before transplanting it someplace else.
His thought was to be here permanently in time for Christmas, however my mom will be visiting for a couple of weeks and that would definitely be a full house. I haven't seen my mom in about three years, an amount of time that I feel is shameful and I'm thoroughly looking forward to spending time with her. So, it may be that Peter moves here after the first of the year. I am by no means suggesting that my mom's visit will foil my plans, please don't read it that way. My whole relationship with Peter has been a constant lesson in patience. You could say I have my yellow belt in patience. Besides the fact that time is flying by as my soap flies out the door during the holiday season, I enjoy the anticipation of exciting events and it's really not that far away. I'm looking forward to ringing in the new year with my mom and my man.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
It's (kinda) official.
I've been holding back.
Things have been going well for me this year ('08 is great) and I'm scared that at any moment, everything will fall through and I'll be left with my heart, hopes and dreams in my hand, standing alone, in the rain, on a corner watching the last bus to the good life drive away without me.
Actually, I've had a few undesirable things happen so far, but I turned them into lemonade. I know I have the strength and resources to pull through tough times, but lately I've found myself wondering what would happen if I went blind. What if something catastrophic happened that shook my will to go on? Would I be able to overcome something like that? I'm sure everyone thinks they've had a difficult life, and I'm no different. I feel I've had to learn a lot of hard lessons early and that I'm ready for a period of smooth sailing. Maybe not even so much in the outside world, I don't necessarily need good luck (not that I'd kick it out of bed for eating crackers) but I want a moment to breathe without the constant inner turmoil that arises from questioning myself, my motivations, my life, what I believe in, etc.
Over the last year and a half, I was going through a pretty rough patch. Throughout my life, that seems to be my general pattern. Something brews for a while, I go inside, into the dark, struggle with my inner demons and then come out on the other side transformed. I can't remember ever having such a long dark period, however. I shared a lot of good times with good friends, but I was really struggling with feeling depressed and lonely and as if that's not hard enough, feeling embarrassed about it like it was a testament to my inevitable deterioration. I turned 30, was drinking too much and making poor decisions that only perpetuated my shame and loneliness. I knew that something had to happen and whatever it was had to come from inside of me, I just had no idea how to go in and get it. Sometime after that came my epiphany.
Part of the reason for holding back is also related to my continued commitment to stay in the moment so as not to obsess over the outcome of any situation since I can neither control nor predict such things. For example, my relationship with Peter. So many things occur every day that I wish I could share with him or something will remind me of a joke we shared, but since he's in the wilderness with no phone/email quite often, the lack of immediate/frequent response starts to get to me and I wonder if it was all in my imagination, are time and distance eroding his feelings for me? I share the same time and distance, but when I get lonely, no one else's company would satisfy my urge to be with him. I don't claim him as my boyfriend, but would feel untrue if I were dating others not necessarily to him, but to my feelings. I have not asked him to deny himself these options, but I can only hope he would feel the same. So, I've sort of created my own little conundrum. My solution: cross my fingers and plan the next visit.
I'm not good at making plans either. I can barely commit to what time to meet for lunch three days from now because I might be in the mood to do something else. So for me to plan a career just seems ridiculous. Over the years I've tried several different jobs after graduating from college, all while still bartending. Each of them has bored me within a year. I'm scared to invest so much time, energy and money into another degree only to be met with the same boredom. So, five years after my introduction to handmade soap, for soapmaking to still ignite the same passion, if not more so, thrills me to say the least.
I haven't talked much about this because I didn't want to count my proverbial eggs before they hatch... but that distributor I spoke about briefly several blogs ago wants to carry my entire line of soaps. Ahhhhhhhh!!! They even sent my soap off to a lab to make sure it was up to their green standards on top of trying it for themselves, so they know I have a good product. Their website should be up and running within the next week or two and the way I understand it, from there they will gauge interest in my product and shortly thereafter, place their order(s). They also have other plans in the works which could mean bigger orders a few months from now. I think this is definitely cause to step up production. So, a few hours ago I went to Home Depot and got some MDF and 1x4 wood to make a mold that will accommodate 3-4 times the size of my current batch. I started daydreaming about warehouse/loft space, exposed brick, stainless steel kitchen carts, soap curing in racks along the walls, saponifying to my Mute Math cd as the sun shines through the windows into my soap palace... (note to self: stay in the moment). A few years ago, I pasted my face onto a picture of Kathleen Lewis from an article in Organic Style, a magazine which no longer exists. It was with scissors and glue, not exactly photoshop quality:
Man, that would be cool.
Man, that would be cool.
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