I have to admit that I have been on a little hiatus lately. Trying to create for my next show in June, has turned my creative focuses to art rather than writing for now at least. Where I used to post several times a month, it seems as if I have no ink in the well lately. But my phone makes a different noise when I get another follower who has found me for one reason or another and for some reason even though I haven’t written for a while, people are finding me and reading my blog. And though it is a low number for many, I am kind of blown away to have 2,222 followers as of tonight. It is crazy to think that I just wanted a place to store my thoughts and suddenly some friends, but mostly strangers are reading my ramblings for some weirdly encouraging reason.
While driving in the car with my husband last week, my phone made that noise about seven times. I had to tell him what it was. I told him I had over 2,000 followers and he said… “You know, if just half of those people would buy just one of your cards a month regularly, you would never have to worry about working for someone else ever again. We laughed. But it made me think. How could I get everyone LIKING my cards to actually take the time to buy one?
So I thought why not just put that out there? I am in Reminisce locally and have a large selection there. But if you don’t live locally, I have a shop on etsy that I keep adding to daily. Please check my shop out the next time you need a card! Every card is just $3. At the price of cards these days, you can’t beat that price. So when you get a chance browse around, and share with a friend…. Mother’s Day is coming up… Next Father’s Day… and if you don’t see what you are looking for, private message me.
Here is my Etsy Shop link:
Oh yeah and when I make a sale on Etsy my phone make a different noise. It sounds like a cash register ringing!
Thank you for supporting my dream!
(A few samples on my Etsy shop)
Please find more selections here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DianesDesignsbyDiane/items
I miss my mom. It hits me when I am least expecting it. For a while I wondered why I didn’t cry like I thought I would. I felt numb. But now sometimes I feel the sting from the pain so deeply, I can’t breathe. A few years ago, back when she was still driving and working in her art room or cooking in the kitchen I took it all for granted. She used to make all of the holidays so special. When I knew it was getting too much for them to have it, I tried to take over as graciously as possible. And I willingly did.
My dad used to make a big deal about Christmas. He spoiled us rotten. Because he didn’t have a lot as a kid, there was barely enough room for the Christmas tree with all the gifts he would pile around it. When he died, I tried to take over for my dad. I think I felt he’d passed the baton to me. But no one could have really filled his shoes. though I went in debt trying!
My mom died the month before Thanksgiving last year. And as usual, I tried to make everything as normal as possible and the celebration went on as usual. Christmas too… But for some reason Easter was hard this year. The numbness was wearing off. And I was feeling especially sad. I wanted to crawl in a box and come out when it was over. Maybe it was because though my mom taught me about Jesus all of my life, she led me in the salvation prayer on Easter morning when I was seven. So I would always remember when I chose to follow Him. So we have always shared a kind of special bond on Easter.
I’d planned to do Easter this year. And was in the midst of planning when some circumstances beyond my control messed up all of the plans. Which actually caused more drama than I was prepared to handle. So, I decided that this year I was going to take my own advice and realize “how many things don’t require my comment.” And to reserve judgement. It is actually kind of freeing to not allow negativity to infiltrate an entire day which is what I used to do.
I would have gone through with the day but it was actually nice to just go with the flow and let someone else plan something and to go out with my dad and my husband and his parents and be able to go home and cry if I wanted to and not have a huge mess to clean up (which is usually on me to do.) So instead of ruining everything and being mad at the wrong people, I just changed my plans in my head to not let the circumstances that had nothing to do with me, rob me of the joy that has been kind of a pattern on Easters since my childhood. My daughter commented once, how every Easter seems to be ruined by “something” and I thought about it and it was as if a force not of God would come in and try to sabotage all of my adult Easters.
So this year I stopped the pattern. I took back the control and realized that it is always a choice. To decide to make the best of things or not. It is as simple as that. And you know what? It is freeing to stop the crazy making family dynamics or whatever is happening and say enough! And while we’re at it. Everybody better plan something for Mother’s Day because I won’t be doing it this year. The gaping hole would just be too much. But like my sweet niece said….my mom (her grandma) is with her in a lot of things she does. All the memories of her faith and encouraging talks will live on in all of us and the best thing that we can do is to keep her faith alive through our babies. But in the meantime I am not ruining Easter over a silly “change of plans.”