So the gist of this whole thing is to 'feel good'. stuff that i read says this over, and over, and over, and over. Go for your dreams! Do what feels good! Follow your Bliss! man, anymore- what IS my bliss? My shop stresses me out, it is SO not blissful, but i keep at it. Bliss is being in nature- watching the streams, being in my garden, watching the birds. Plant's green and sunshine's warmth - those are my bliss. Visiting the city and feeling the hum and the buzz.. the excitement of the place. If my shop were merely my products, and Michael's Swords.. It may be a better venture for me, It wouldn't be so stressful. The Details of the thing are what get me- the monies, the back room, the dealing with scheduling of people. I swear, one of these days I'm going to end up on my own little land, with my family, and be very happy and content. When I think of that, i always have the image of Grandma and Grandpa Poole's place in Clarkdale. They had it made, quiet, land, quaint. There was a little creek running through their yard. Green Drink. Man, do i ever wish i knew what was in there.. i know it was wheatgrass juice but id love to know the rest.
Any ways- i dunno. Just gonna sit here and go be blissful i suppose. heh.
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