Brain Dancing

I got my first etsy.com order from Rebecca, one of my favorite readers (I would cite her blog, but I think it's set to private) and so I have to go and make some fresh copies of the Hy-Art cards instead of write the Vegas story. She's the one who recommended etsy, and it could be that I haven't gotten any orders because I haven't had any yet, i.e. I have no recommends from previous buyers attesting to my dependability as a seller.  It's rather a catch-22, but if any of you need a fantastic mother's day present, pleeeeeeease order a set of cards at www.makemarc.etsy.com and I'll provide such customer service it'll make your head spin! 

This Hy-Art is trying something new, two different works from the same artist! This would be a Lautrec/Lautrec (or Toulouse/Toulouse if you prefer).  I should title it: "What Gay Men Dream About As Children." 

Perhaps you can tell I'm in a good mood. I try to live on this deep spiritual plane, but I'm as superficial as they come.  Give me a sale and I have visions of empire dancing in my brain, just like this future choreographer! Plus, a hot guy cruised me on line, and even though he lives across country, my little ego got all stimulated.

All of which is a certainly a lesson in how we create our own happiness. The payment for the cards is on the way, but the idea of getting it (and of her going "ooh, these are nice" when she gets the cards) is enough to get me humming.  I'll probably never meet this hunky guy, but the idea of him and I having some hot romance puts a kick in my step.

By the same token, last week I got rather depressed at some scenarios I had created in my head about the future.  (To be fair, I had some tummy trouble that made optimism a challenge.)  Very rarely in my life is reality the real source of my misery.  People in ill health, or enduring abuse or poverty or hunger or violence--they have legitimate impediments to contentment. But me, (and many of you, I daresay), it's mostly in our heads.

MCO 2008