Crux – a puzzling or difficult problem; an unsolved question.
Sometimes you just gotta express yourself. Maybe you can help. And if you figure it out, please clue me in because I truly believe that we sometimes can’t see the forest for the trees.
It’s the handbags – you know…my passion? I love making them but even last year when business was booming and I had more work than I could keep up with, I knew in the back of my mind that I couldn’t keep up the pace forever.
Then life stepped in. My mom died. Jeff was out of work for months. My arm gave out. And…
I couldn’t keep the pace.
My husband moved seven hours away forcing me to split my time between both homes. The studio cannot travel with me. It’s too heavy and WAY too bulky. In order for things to work, I’ve got to make some major changes.
Therein lies the first crux.
Now for the second crux. The artwork. As you know, I’ve reignited my love of sketching, painting, and hand-drawn typography and have been encouraged to create prints from my artwork. And as I hang my head in shame, I must admit that there’s a huge element of fear. HUGE.
So here I am, getting tired of career floating, caught between crux number one and crux number two with a few extra cruxes tossed in for good measure. And trying to figure everything out. What to do and how to do it. What to keep and what to leave. Curse those darn bags, I mean trees – I mean cruxes.
And so the story goes.
Oh, and life is always easier said than done.