I’m doing what I’ve been known to do - lean over here, and piddle over there. And it got me in a questionable mood.
I decided to create new business cards for the fourth time in two years. I’m taking on some adventures, and needed an update.
Well, shoot. Here we go again.
Painter? Writer? Farm Enthusiast? Blogger? Shell Gal? Photographer? Content Creator?
These darn business cards always give me a kick in the bum.
What am I doing here? Who am I? Big life questions seem to stare me down during the simple task of creating a freakin’ business card.
I hate it.
And I love the challenge, too. Ugh!
Should I stop hopping back and forth, and focus on one creative path? Which one do I choose? Make up your mind!
Early Friday morning, I opened up Canva and designed my new business cards. When I get to the line where I’m supposed to write my “job title”, I smiled.
It’s only as complicated as I allow it to be.
Here’s the deal; this isn’t me being non-committal. That word doesn’t exist in my vocabulary when it comes to hard work. And I’m not a wishy-washy person either. I make decisions left and right, and plow down what’s in front of me. I’m a Taurus, and the bull in me handles her stuff.
But to label what the heck I’m doing feels off. At the end of the day, I’m me. A gal who likes to make pretty things with her hands, write words from her heart and be with nature.
I chat about it with mother, and she tells me to keep at it.
Then I call my husband for good measure, and we discuss the same thing. And here’s what he said:
“You can try to do one or the other, but that’s not you. That’s never been you. I’ve known you a long time, and you’re always doing more than one thing.”
He then gave me this weird analogy about our outdoor cat, Amos. I’m paraphrasing here, but he said:
“You’re like Amos. He’s an outdoor cat. We can bring him in when it’s cold, feed him cat food and he’s happy. But, he’s also happy when he’s outside and hunting. He needs to hunt. He needs both.”
Thank you for this?
Later that day, I get an email to sign on with a local business to help sell my art. Then a freelance writing gig pops in my inbox, and I sign contracts for that as well.
I tell those close to me that I think God has a great sense of humor, as does His angels. And that’s not sarcasm. It was on full display last Friday.
So, here’s my updated business card.
I didn’t settle on these “job titles”, I’ve always been them. The way I go about my art may shift, but being a creative will never change. (Pssst….we’re all creatives, but we’ll save that for another blog post).
The only regret I have is I didn’t add professional sun chaser. I may have to go for round five, and print them again.
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