Saturday, July 22, 2023
Daily Tarot Inspiration
Friday, July 21, 2023
Daily Tarot Inspiration
Thursday, July 20, 2023
Daily Tarot Inspiration
Wednesday, July 19, 2023
An Interview with Magareen from An Ideal of Roses
Thursday, July 13, 2023
Am I really Asking too Much?
Well, it only took until July this time for me to post again. And I'll be completely honest with this lot. I'm totally procrastinating on other projects to be here right now. But at least I am procrastinating with purpose.
Is it really procrastinating if I am doing other projects in the meanwhile?
I feel like that's a topic for another post. Perhaps a post on Patreon? What? Did you not know? I finally took the dive and dared to ask patrons to pay me for my nonsense. Let's see how that goes.
So far what I have learned about Patreon is that it will be another Social Media mouth to feed. It may also be the thing that gets me to get hopping on more videos and virtual classes. And, it might even help pay the bills. Basically it's just one more Czep hustle with the hopes that I and my skills are worth a damn to anyone.
It has led me to really start asking what the value of my skill sets are. I have oodles of people constantly telling me that I am a great dancer, instructor, writer, etc. But when I really look at how many of them are willing to support any of that the list gets a whole lot shorter.
Here's a little story: (With names omitted)
I have a student who is pretty consistent about coming to the classes that are donation or trade. This student offers the bare minimum of time and energy to classes and learning choreography. They talk a big game about helping and giving back, but on most occasions they are absent for the heavy lifting. This is fine. There's always a couple of students who don't understand the value of the education they are receiving or how fortunate they are to have an instructor willing to take trades of food or other trinkets to pay for the time and energy offered.
Nope. That's all the price of building a community.
The issue arises when the same students who are eager to take without balancing the cosmic checkbook suddenly start asking to be paid themselves. Umm... do we need to renegotiate our terms here, because seems to me there is a pretty heavy tilt to this scale.
Sometimes I feel like posting the prices of everything I do if I were a hard ass about things. Because yeah, that hour of dance instruction, that's $20-$40 depending who you ask. The tarot readings, $45 a pop easy. How about the promotion and advertising my coattails are offering?
This got way more ranty than I planned, but hey, I'm allowed one every now and again.
I guess the whole point though is; if you love your friends, pay them what they are worth. If you are just around for free access that's not a friendship. And if you are using people, at least don't turn around and say they can't turn the table on you.
All the love to those who do offer me payment in cookies, eggs, project help, rides, trinkets, coffee, lunches, hand-me-downs, and at the very least the sharing and promoting of what I do. You are the reason I keep going and feel like it is worth it to trade for services instead of being a hardline with the cash only and paid in advance. To you I apologize for the ones who take advantage, because in the end they are hurting both you and me.
If you do decide that you want to offer a little something, here's the link to that Patreon thing:
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
2023 The Year of the ...
It only took a few days into the new year for me to finally add “blog more frequently” to the list of things I really should do in 2023. Well, four days and a pile of laundry I don’t want to fold. Yeah. I am currently staring down a heap of laundry at the foot of the bed. Laundry that came out of its second cycle. Laundry that includes table cloths from my “epic” Christmas Eve Feast of the Seven Fishes.
Here’s where I’ll note; I am far from reconnecting to my Catholic roots. Yet, I love fish, friends, and an excuse to use my fine china. On the other side of that “who am I” coin sits my formal event. It is as close as I get to a Solstice celebration without making my definitively book religion friends think I’m a total weirdo.
Where on Earth was I going with this?
New Year!
But 2022 is hanging on like a, well we won’t go there. We’ll stick with that it is still clinging. I want to move on to bigger and better things in 2023. I am in a lot of ways, but there are some lingering blehs.
So, as I struggle to find just the right means to move forward and make big waves! In comes the need to dust off the old blog. Give me a little credit though. This time it’s only been a few months instead of a few years.
I convinced myself to finally get back into my YouTube videos by dedicating every one of these tarot break down videos to Mary. She swears she is going to make a deck of tarot cards as well this year with the rest of the tarot class. She is considerably more behind on the meanings and symbols of the cards though. So, I am making videos to help her out. It really does help to be “talking” to someone about this, instead of into the void.
So, yeah, videos, laundry, more writing, and oh so many other things.
While I don’t really want to drop to my knees in front of every person I know and *beg* for people to read my serial stories, watch my videos, talk about my classes, buy my books, and pay me what I’m worth; I’m starting to feel like that’s the best option I’ve got.
It’s not that bad. Not really. But I have been foolishly watching the wins of other creators and wondering where I need to sell my soul to get close to the abundance pouring over them. Comparing yourself to others; don’t do that. And most of the time I don’t. But when I do I feel like it's only fair to confess it. I’m still figuring it all out too. And maybe that’s where I was going with this.
“Happy” New Year just isn’t cutting it right now. I’m good with; “Contented” New Year. Even “It Was Worth the Effort” New Year. And that’s the other thing. Every year for the whole of this millennium has had a word, a name if you will. This one, well, it hasn’t told me yet. So, how does it expect me to know what to do with it, if it doesn’t even have a name?
Until it coughs one up I’ll plug along. I’ll write my silly stories. I’ll make my weird little videos. I’ll dance my fool heart out. Because when I stop waiting for the world to see me, stop comparing myself to everyone around me, that’s when I see why I really do all that I do… because I love it, and I can’t imagine a life without it. It makes this whole mad journey worth it.
Huh. Maybe that’s all it is this year.
The Journey.


