Good morning, everyone. My talk with Lionbrand Yarn Sunday night was more than I expected. They were courteous and curious and I can’t thank them enough for even giving the time and the consideration to a simple guy like me. I’m looking forward to seeing how our relationship will unfold, how I can be of use to them, how I can help promote the Fisherman’s Wool that I knit my bears up with. After all, that first skein of Oak Tweed brought about the Teddy Bear That Saved Me…allowing me to feed myself, offering me hope.
In other news, I found September to be a sluggishly bad month in sales. I nose dived. October has also started off pretty bleak. I’m still looking for an Angel investor. Someone who sees this little guy striving to make a name for himself and stay afloat. The US Post Office is killing me. Boxes are more expensive than corrugated cardboard SHOULD be. (At some point, if congress does decide to shut down the post office, I don’t think I’d mind).
So, with a deficit in my own pocket continuing to increase, I’m still looking for donations, investments, sales, anything to help offset the costs of building this little teddy bear empire. (To be honest? I’m looking to raise about $200 to help bring me back into the black. I know its not much to many, but for my business, it’s a lifeline).
Sometimes I feel I have some sort of Post Traumatic Stress from being homeless. I find it hard to sleep. I’ll wake at about 2am just to make sure Mario is in the room, just to make sure that I’m not waking up 6 months ago. I think about some moments out in the woods and I shake myself and go, “Nope nope, I don’t have time to deal with that right now.”
I’ve been told that it’ll take about a year before its finally cleansed from my psyche. Not that it’ll ever go away, but that the sense of security will overtake the sense of fear that I could be homeless again. I try to let it go. But, its always over my shoulder.
Now, on the flip side of all this, Kara and I are going to a Thrift Store this morning to donate our time. So many people have been good to me, and I want to do something, anything I can to put something back into the universe. If time and talent are all I can afford, then I’m happy to offer it. Tomorrow from 9 to 11 I’ll be heading over to this charming little Methodist church where a group of ladies, calling themselves “Knit Wits,” meets weekly to knit and crochet items for charity. They supply the materials, you supply the smile and the skill. I’m looking forward to it.
So, that’s where I am right now just shy of 8am on a Tuesday morning. Putting something into the universe, hoping for blessings.