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When the Doors Open

With the opening of my Etsy shop, I’ve been cautiously hoping that I can make enough from selling my crafts online to pay for the cost of leasing a horse, which I started doing in May. That’s been my entire goal at this point, though I secretly hope to make my crafts (and writing!) even more viable in my life than they are now. One step at the time though; getting ahead of myself is something I’m really good at doing. Luckily I have a husband who gently keeps me in check with reality.

Yet I’ve been sending out energy into the cosmos with the intention of being able to at least make up for the cost of my lease horse. I know I have so much more to do with building my Etsy site into a viable storefront, but if directing energy that way could do it all, it would be a profitable business already. My thought has always been if something is meant to be, the doors will open (or maybe a window) that will lead the way.

I’m thrilled to say that the door opened for me – a local gift shop has asked to carry my items in their shop. Completely unexpected, but I will say that having my shop on Etsy and the connections I’ve made with fellow Mainers there helped create that opportunity. Now that the gates have decided to open, I have to take that step through the door. I’m excited, and nervous, and in the back of my head wondering what I’m getting myself into. I asked for this though, and I’m ready.

My hubby is there to keep me tethered to the earth so I don’t hit my head on the door jamb floating through the doorway.

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Finding a Door in a Blank Wall

There are days when all you do is stare at the wall in front of you. It’s white, seamless, and without doors or windows. The wall stretches endlessly in either direction. It’s too smooth to scale, and extends in the ground below. Turn back and the wall shifts with you. The wall blocks you from your creativity.

Some writers and artists get trapped staring at the wall for days or months. Sometimes years. It can drive you to the point where you question your sanity. There is no peace. You scream, cry, curse, and pound the wall in frustration. There seems to be no way out.

Keep in mind, though, that there are reasons for the wall. Maybe life needs your full attention. Perhaps there’s a part of your writing or art that needs more thought. Maybe you’re headed in a direction that differs from your authentic self. Possibly you’re afraid of what’s to come. The wall is there for a reason. What do walls do? Protect. They keep something out, or something in.Your mind is trying to protect you by erecting a wall.

You’ve tried to break the wall down to no avail. You’ve pounded, kicked, and pleaded for the wall to crumble into pieces. The wall will not budge until you ask why it’s there in the first place. Until you figure out the answer, it’s not coming down.

So, what do you do? Stop fighting. Listen. Change your perspective.

  • Go somewhere else and get a change of scenery.
  • Write or create something completely different.
  • Work in a different medium.
  • Research the subject you’re working on.
  • Journal about whatever is bothering you.
  • Be physical; get out of your mind and just move.
  • Realize that sometimes the rest of your life has to take priority.

I didn’t write for ten years. Ten years. I know why now. Once I figured out the issue, and not a moment before, I opened my eyes, looked at the wall, and saw the door that had been right in front of me the whole time.

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