I finally set my desk top computer back up and just spent about half an hour downloading all of the photos I have taken since returning to new town, which is when I slid my desktop back into it's original box and brought it back from utopia.
Speaking of utopia, the slacker realtor we hired to sell the house has done nothing despite his promises to me that he would work for us like family and sell that house as fast as possible. It's like the bandage is being ripped off of me every day he does not sell it. I know the place is there, it is where I would like to be, and yet I am not there. We don't go up on weekends because everyone knows they will have to keep the place clean, and let's face it, I am the only one capable of even making a bed, let alone making a house look like you don't actually (or never actually) live(d) there.
I had a fantasy it would go fast. I don't want it to be an option next summer because being there and knowing it is not forever is harder than letting go.
First world problems.
In other news, still no spoken word from Evan, no surprises.
Now that I have the computer set up I intend on listening to some webinars for artists. I gotta get the ball rolling on my own business of being a fine art photographer. In the perfect world, I would actually scratch out a little living doing this instead of it being the black hole of buying camera equipment, papers, inks etc.....
I bought myself a little graduation present today. Nothing crazy or over the top, just a little necklace I can wear every day. I had to get it made longer, so I don't have it yet, but I am happy with my purchase and also happy that the one person who bought me a little gift was me since in the end I am all I have got, right? I'm not playing that game of saying it is from someone else. Oh no for that. This is a gift for me from me. Go me. I'm so freaking proud that I got through this program. And I feel like I did it with the family barely noticing too. With the exception of the 7 sessions in 2 years where I had to go somewhere for two weeks at a time, I don't think it impacted them in the least. Or beyond ordering take out every night because god forbid any else learned how to cook beyond toasting a bagel. A couple of times I got the husband to take the kids out for the day so I could print but, seriously, it was a couple of times, other than that I got everything done when they were at school or work. Mostly.
So now I am asking myself if it might be possible that I am actually feeling ... guilty or something for putting my own needs on the priority list for the first time since becoming a mother. Yeah, I think I might be. But too late! Because I did what I set out to do! Go me. Again.
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