Last week, I gave away all but three items of gray clothing. I am done with it. Sadly, gray is no longer a color I can enjoy wearing- I'm surrounded by it 6 months of the year. Rainforests are green on the ground, but gray above. A great big ol' blanket o' gray. Which is better than a blanket of white on the ground, don't get me wrong, but I just can't wear it any more.
The same can be said about blazers. I'm kind of over them. Well, actually, I always was. Only now I realized that not only do they make me unhappy (not wired to do corporate well, except as an act), but they are taking up much needed room! The house has a second bedroom, which primarily houses blazers (and robot parts in boxes). I need that space to set up an office so I can move business operations (left brain) out of my right brain creative studio space. I've always been a space hog- it's how I work- but this ephiphany is making it abundantly clear that I need to find the way to a blazer-free life sooner rather than later.
The SBDC (small biz wizards) has deemed me worthy to have my very own business counselor! So they also want to see me live in a blazer-free world. I will be practical and try to sell said blazers when the time comes (money good), but perhaps I will burn at least one. I am sure it will stink, but be very beautiful.
If I ever go all crazy hippie-dippy, I might change my name to Phoenix. It's a bit trite, but I like it and I'm tired of worrying about if I'm trite or not. I might start collecting vintage salt and pepper shakers, too.
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