For some reason, I’ve been traveling out of the city more and more. Not even super far all the time either, could just be out in Long Island (but people who live within the 5 boroughs of NYC still consider Long Island traveling). Honestly, I really do love getting away! Don’t get me wrong though, I’ve worked quite diligently to adorn my quaint little apartment to my specific hippie aesthetic, so I love being home, but being away just adds a certain variety to my life which I find necessary for the overall balance. One of my new recent favorite places to go seems to be upstate along the Hudson valley, right in the back yard of NYC. So close to all the hustle and bustle, yet astronomically different. On my last journey, I stumbled across a beachfront area of a small park. It was a hot summer day, and I just so happened to have a swimsuit, so I decided to put my feet in the water. To my surprise.... the water was bathtub temperature! Now if you know anything about east coast waters, you know they’re mostly freezing 365 days out of the year, so this was a very pleasant discovery if I do say so myself.
Driving up a little further, I was on a mission to find more of these obscure warm waters. I came across a trail that was literally right off the side of a winding mountain highway looking situation. Yeap, you had to walk ACROSS the freakin highway to get there, and then parallel to passing cars. Kinda scary! There’s a narrow opening leading to a mountain trail along the side of a flowing stream. Now, as you know, I’m not the most hikingest of hikers, but if I could do it in a dress, then so can you! I even saw an older guy walking it with a cain (while I was taking breaks and gasping every 2 seconds, I’m pretty out of shape). Anywho, all that climbing was totally worth it when I saw an exceptionally ethereal sight... a double level waterfall cascading over the side of an elevated clifeside, which pooled into a glistening pond, emblazoned by the most vibrant full circle rainbow! Photos didn’t really do it justice, but I’ll add a few to the site. Ugh, it was all so disgustingly gorgeous...
While on this excursion, and most of my excursions, I’m usually simultaneously doing a bunch of other projects. I film my Thursday videos whenever I can, write my blogs, and have newly started to crochet certain items that other people have began asking me to make for them. Feels like I’m working on the road! But am I really? None of this stuff really makes me much money. I mean, maybe a few site donations every once in a blue moon. Some of my crochet items have seen some monetary return, but nothing to write home about just yet. One thing I’ve never quite grasped the concept of, so it seems, is how to make my passions... sustainable? Is that the right word? I mean, I know there are certain things I could do to make what I like to do lucrative, but how do we put a price on these things? How do we not sell our souls to make a profit and disregard our creative integrity? I would love nothing more than to be able to go wherever in the world at whatever time and still be able to afford rent whenever I need to pay it. I mean, maybe I sorta do that now, but it’s always quite risky. I live very dangerously close to the edge, which I know may not be for everyone. But what’s the alternative?
It seems that my crochet has become the most desirable of my creative outlets. Lucky for me, I love to crochet, so I’d pretty much do it all day for free regardless (and trust me, I do). The thing is, everybody keeps telling me that I should sell my stuff (assumingly in a more mainstream way and not just me saying, “welp, if anybody wants something, just let me know!” anytime I post a photo of a new item). I am however extremely leary about turning it from enjoyable hobby to a booming business which I’ll then have to worry about like a crying baby in the night. Seriously, how do people do it?? I feel like it would just take all the darn fun out ya know? I don’t ever wanna stop loving the things that I love for the mere sake of nessecity or monetary gain. On the opposite end of that, I do feel a sense of accomplishment whenever I get money for something that I made. It’s a pretty great feeling, so I do get it. But with any great thing in life, too much can be... too much.
All in all, the freelance hippie artist lifestyle has its qualms just like anything else. I still have these back and forths every once in a while. I contemplate the meaning of it all, wether or not I need to adapt, make changes or adjustments, or just try something else all together. They say if you do what you love, you never truly work a day in your life. I actually think about this saying pretty often. Sure it sounds good, but what does it actually even mean? I really don’t know anymore. What’s your interpretation? I do think we should all do atleast what we like. I also think that one of the most difficult things to do as an artist is put a price on your work, your time, or availability. Unfortunately, if you want to make a living, it’s exactly what you have to do. This topic is pretty multifaceted, so I may divulge more in an additional post, but for now, let me know your thoughts fellow creatives! (And fellow opposites of creatives, I want your input too!)
P.s. Another thing that’s super annoying about freelancing... scheduling! Since everything is so random and sporadic, it’s really hard to make plans yet remain open to opportunities. Hard! I find myself often choosing between, what will make money, what is creatively fulfilling, and prior commitments.
P.p.s. Why can’t I just find somebody to sponsor my whole life so I can create freely and uninhibitedly? Isn’t that what someone did for Van Gogh?
P.p.p.s. I have a few more destinations in line for this summer, so as usual stay tuned!