Hey, y’all! Welcome to to Sweet Sorghum Living–a place to sit a spell with a good cup of coffee or nice glass of wine and chat about everything from home renovation to handmade goodness. I am often asked what I do all day–obviously, I am asked this because I am “labeled” a housewife…homemaker…domestic engineer. Click here to read my Real Media article “Just Piddling”–which is all about the “housewife” topic.
Yesterday I was questioned by the nice lady at the doctor’s office (Don’t fret, Mom. I am not sick. I had to go for the annual mammogram…hopefully, that was not TMI for y’all…but I didn’t want my mom worrying.)…where was I? Oh, yes. The nice lady at the doctor’s office wanted to know when I was planning on getting a job in Johnson City. I am assuming she was making light conversation…like chit chat stuff. I told her that I was not really unemployed…that I was a freelance writer, blogger, and artist. This answer was not suitable for her. She suggested that I look into temporary holiday work to get myself started in the workforce. I then explained that I had been in the workforce for many years as a teacher, and I was exploring my options as a writer and artist. This was not a suitable response. The well-meaning lady then suggested that I get a part-time job and go back to school. I simply responded “What a wonderful idea! Thank you for suggesting that.” It was not a wonderful idea, and I was not thankful for her suggestion. But how do you argue or explain your career choices to people like that? Simple. You don’t.
I understand that what I am doing right now with my life is hard to explain. It doesn’t fit the standard box. Each day is different. It seems like I am spending more money than I am making–which I am. But I believe in what I am doing. We are never too old to dream big *smile*
Today on the blog, I wanted to share a little bit of what I do. Perhaps to show that I don’t spend all day in my pajamas. However, I do wear leggings…a lot *wink*
After a few hours in the studio, I usually explore new places to find gluten-free foods–from restaurants to farmer’s markets. This sounds like an easy thing to do. Get in the car, drive to a new place, and check out gluten-free products. It is not that simple–research is involved, questions are asked, and risks are taken–especially when I am dining on gluten-free meals at a restaurant. I am trying these things not only for myself, but also for all of you that read my blog. The risk is real–and sometimes, I get sick…very sick. But I have to try…so I will know, and so I can pass the info along to others.
After getting cupcakes, I went to the UPS Store to ship a package. While there, i asked a few questions about shipping other packages and learned more about their services for small businesses. Now, I have to weigh the pros and cons of UPS versus USPS for my shipping needs.
Once I got back to Hathorn Hall, I had a business meeting with my daughter. She runs two blogs and also freelance writes. We had to go over event requests, discuss fan mail, and work on scheduling photo shoots. Lots of brainstorming took place + we are working on a big plan for all of the blogs. That means more research…which means more time in front of the computer…reading, taking notes, emailing people and calling people for advice….
No, my day is not typical. I don’t punch a clock. I don’t have a boss–other than myself and the VIP…and the furbabies. But my days are full and productive. My house is clean, my laundry is done, and the furbabies are happy. I am learning all about social media and website building…I am helping Abby achieve her dreams and her goals. I am creating a new path for myself. So to the nice lady at the doctor’s office and everyone else who thinks I spend all day in my pajamas watching television, I am working *smile*
Thanks so much for sitting a spell with me today. I hope that I have inspired all of you to go out and do what you love even if others do not understand it…or approve of it. I have no idea if what I am doing with my life will work or produce a profit, but at least I am trying *smile*