OT

A knitting blog I read regularly has for the top post title, "Hope is all that matters," and a dear friend has "And Hope That I Might Find You" and these resonate with a post I had to write to friends that helped my sweetie cope with my colonoscopy. He doesn't handle worry about me well. Some days, I don't handle worry about me well. I know I am frequently doomed to dissappointment, like any faith I have in the office of the President, but yet, I still hope for better. I have been pushed, shoved, kicked while down and rubbed my face in the dirt, and yet I still have hope. It's Pandora's most precious gift, and hold on to it we must.

I have threatened to go on disability, but other than an inability to interact with the public and leave my home, I'm not really disabled. It does however seriously limit my career choices. I'd love to do something like teach my needle craft one on one or any of the other myriad skills I have learned over the years- how to make cheese, how to ferment things, how to tailor a cordial, how to do calligraphy, etc. It's explaining these things to other people that really help me learn what I am doing with my crafting and make it even better. There's a lot of knowledge stuffed in the brain and I'm not sure the best ways to express it. I'd also love to just stay home and Make things, but I have no idea how to go about selling stuff. I'm not that good at Ebay either. I'd like to do more to earn a living, but I don't know what to do.

Still, I have hope.  ¶ 7:46 AM