Today I felt well enough to get some work done. So I sat in bed all day reading articles on my laptop. Don't get me wrong, I was working. Maybe not the hands on creative work I usually prefer. No, today I got into the nitty gritty tedious and almost torturous labor of researching and planning out marketing. The main point I gleaned from the dozens of articles I read on the subject was simply this; Be yourself. Well of course I'll be myself. Yet the problem(s) with being myself is this; I'm naturally an optimistic pessimist, also known as a realist, who's a bit anti-social, socially awkward, and introverted. I don't really like talking about myself, ever, to anyone. And I can count my close friends on one hand. Generally, I have no problem being myself around those close friends. I can be friendly and witty and sarcastic and personable, and talk about them or things that don't matter until I'm blue in the face. My issue, I've come to find, is showcasing my friendly, witty and personable self to people I don't know. More specifically, in writing, in my Esty shop. When it comes down to it, I'm not naturally wordy enough for the internet. Yes, I see the irony here. This is a blog post, and I write it as though no-one will read it, except for maybe my dad. (Hi, dad!) Even though I have actually had a blog since 2007, I don't have a following. Probably because the aforementioned statements (paired with the fact that I'm terribly inconsistent when it comes to scheduling, and I don't stay on topic.) (What was I writing about again?)
Last week I was terribly sick. I laid on the couch and watched old crime dramas such as "Murder, She Wrote." This morning, my husband and I spoke at length about our goals and disappointments for the past few years. I found myself, the pot, giving him, the kettle, some very sound advice for the umteenth time, and wondering why I never take my own advice. So this week I'm setting some short term goals. If I can keep with them, then I'll set some more goals, If I can't then I don't really want what I think I want and I should just give up on myself and get a "real job" and waste away for eternity working for someone else and live out my miserable existence as a blip on the radar, or another statistic. Sounds dreadful.
Some of these short term goals include;
- Retake photos of current Etsy inventory. Try and make them better than the ones I have.
- Review said listings and make some adjustments.
- Start work on pile of projects that I've been avoiding since my last trip to the fabric store, costumes don't make themselves.
- Do SOME work every day and don't sit around like a louse! (Except for Tuesday. I can be a louse on Tuesday if I want, hubs has the day off Tuesday.)
Does anyone want to help me with photography? I'll bake you any confection you desire (within reason) as payment.