Cesar Millan always talks about how the pack leader needs to set rules, boundaries and limitations for the pack members. I am a firm believer in that. I even take it one step further though and admit that the pack leader sometimes needs a few self-imposed limits.
For years I was a scrapbooking and rubber stamping demonstrator. Even though I never earned a dime of profit I did manage to amass a large trove of supplies. But as they say, the surest way to lose enjoyment from a hobby is to turn it into a job. I burned out on the craft in a big way and ever since we moved here I’ve not taken it back up. For years now I’ve ignored that stash of supplies knowing I really needed to do something with it. Knowing I had money tied up in all that and that it was worth something to somebody. Knowing it would be an enormous undertaking to organize it and sell it off.
It is time. Call it a New Years Resolution if you will, but it’s going. I’ve dragged it all out into the open where I have to walk past it every day. I HAVE to do something with it. I can’t leave it piled up in the hall.
I’ve gathered the boxes and packing material and I’m e-baying like a mad woman.
You see I finally figured out what my reward, or carrot, will be when I’m done. I am going to buy myself a drum carder to process those fleeces the Golden Girls are growing for me. And… maybe even a wool picker if I get up enough courage to let go of ALL of it.
So there it is. Item number one on the 2011 Mission Organization Master Plan.