Sometimes it’s the small steps getting done that can make you feel really accomplished. It feels wonderful when I bring my pots to the studio for bisque firing. Dropping off pots is a small step in toward the end product, however:
1) I got all my greenware across town without breakage!
2) My shelves got emptied, which gives me room to make more, and even better thrown pots.
3) Taking the greenware across town gives me a reason to get out of the house and spend the rest of the day with my husband.
Last week my pots were relinquished to the care of the kiln gods. Today I will go by the studio and thoroughly rinse all my bisqued pieces. I find that the glazes turn out better when I include this step. Then tomorrow, the clean, dry pieces will be glazed, and given back into the care of the kiln gods. 🙂 This prospect makes me one very happy girl!
So tell me, what little things make you feel happy and accomplished?
It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. But after some delays, I am finally getting closer to my goals. I’ve been doing some glaze experimentation, practicing photography, and throwing, throwing, throwing! My second batch is nearly ready for the kiln, and I fully expect to have my Etsy store up and running before mid-October. Woot woot!
Earlier this week I smashed several pieces of greenware, after giving them careful scrutiny. Got rid of the pots that were overly heavy or seemed slightly crooked or unbalanced. A while back that would have upset me. But this time, it felt strangely liberating to crush up all that dry clay and dump it into my recycling bucket. I would much rather ditch unfired pieces than finished ones. At least with a little water they can be worked again. And I know I can do better!
That’s really what this journey is all about – striving to do and be better. Many things in the world can hold us back, but we should never become our own obstacle. Up until recently, I was my own worst enemy. Who needs a stranger to cut you down, when you can do it so much better to yourself? But that’s no way to live. If you are at all like I was, it’s time to tell that internal critic to shut up, pack his bags, and don’t let the door hit him in the butt on the way out!
I think being in my 40s has changed me for the better. Although I wish I didn’t take so long to wise up, I am extremely grateful that I have! And 42 is a great age to become a first-time entrepreneur!
Now, I must get back to playing in the mud. 🙂