Trying to figure things out, as usual.
Pretending that I have a career teaching yoga, acting like the professional and well-employed teacher I was in another place. The effect of a piece of technological marketing is impressive as three attempts to make contact receive three responses. Batting 1000 after 18 months of batting .02.
A brief, emotionally fulfilling visit from old friends. Several of my pieces are heading with those same friends to Berlin, perhaps to start a new market for my wares. This after resigning myself to giving up felting for the time being.
Nothing has changed in my day-to-day work life. Very few classes to teach, albeit with a handful of wonderful students putting me to the test. The rest of the time making coffee and sandwiches and doing dishes and taking money. At home, there is laundry, summer chauffeuring, groceries, cooking. Same bat channel... (All right, I have gotten the children to do some of the cooking now that I work until dinnertime several nights a week.)
And yet, it all feels new. Promising, even. As though with this move to a new state, that I know inherently is right even as it has been a real struggle at times, reality is starting to catch up with wishing.
Is it all a state of my mind? Am I finding contentment?
And is it due to external factors?
Or is it simply pretending things are different and, by pretending, finding them so.