New Monsters

There's more and like EIGHT more soaps to list, but it got rainy. So I hope to have those up soon. For now Grumpy's is on Etsy and Zibbet but that is a change in the making.

Breaking up is hard to do.

Etsy as soon as we are through, this damnable Firefox is going too. Nothing personal FF but you suck.

It's been harder then I thought to resist listing new things on Etsy. Makes no sense, attachment? Habit? Hope springing eternal? But I haven't.

Being away from Etsy has made be really focus on MY goals rather then what's wrong with Etsy now. Do I miss the forums? I miss the people, but those people I maintain relationships with.

I am happy with myself for not being the girl who complains about her boyfriend but never leaves.

My site is getting traffic, mailings are being sent. I don't know, will it pan out? Would I have left it Etsy didn't hit that brick wall?

Maybe and more then likely. Dysfunction Junction isn't where I need to be, although it is the most comfortable for me. Which isn't you know, healthy. Now I'm thinking why not set a fire under my own ass rather then railing away at a venue who has never listened as if they suddenly will?

But as odd as it is, it is a little bittersweet, a lot nerve wracking but kinda exciting too. Now I have to go out in the world and promote. Something I never did on E. Yep.

But I think it's best for both of us, Etsy. And to be honest, it's something I should have done months ago. I'll watch my listing expire and find comfort in the fact that it's not me, it's you. Maybe you changed, or maybe I just wasn't paying attention because the money was good. But now that I've stepped back for a couple weeks, it's clear you and I simply aren't meant to be.

Of course, watching my listing expire may be a little anxiety producing...

This is how I know I'm doing something right.

Aesop's Fables

 The Crow and the Pitcher






A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had
once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the
mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left
in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it.

He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair.
Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it
into the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped it into
the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into
the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into
the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped that into
the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into
the Pitcher.

At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near
him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench
his thirst and save his life.


 Little by little does the trick.

The word for today is...

Vapid

I bet she makes little handmade journals, too.

What to listen to..

when everyone around you seems to have lost all perspective.