Under the Big Top

I never wanted to run away and join the circus. I enjoy the energy of the big top, don't get me wrong, but it always seems so sad to me. Having to live out of a suitcase. Spending most of your time setting things up and tearing them down. Sharing meals with the bearded lady. Not my idea of fun.

Lately I feel a bit like a clown. I am stumbling around like I'm wearing shoes ten sizes too big, trying to juggle all the while keeping a smile on my face. But now the smile is ready to give way to tears, yes to tears of a clown.

Managing the different aspects of my business seems to be getting more challenging. You always want your art to continue to move forward, staying fresh and new. But the book needs to keep moving as well. You have your galleries to check in with and update. You have customers that have commissioned paintings and are eagerly awaiting the results. You have shows to plan and execute. Whew, I need to nap just thinking about it all.

I don't know what the solution is so I continue to juggle it all in my floppy shoes and big red nose.
I am still enjoying it so I will push on until a plan forms. Keeping all the plastic balls in the air isn't so bad. But once I start juggle chainsaws.........we got trouble!