Island Life
So the deal is this: A bunch of my family bought property here, on Block Island, in the 70's and 80's. The land was dirt cheap and the island pretty inaccessible. That's all changed.
So the deal is this: A bunch of my family bought property here, on Block Island, in the 70's and 80's. The land was dirt cheap and the island pretty inaccessible. That's all changed. It's a booming tourist industry where land is unbelievably expensive and the tourist population runs wild. While my family used to own cool retail stores, they now rent their properties. This place is how I got turned on the the rental & real estate business. So typically, our houses are rented in summertime – and thats okay with me. After the tourists leave an the seasons begin to shift the island becomes ours once again. Fall out here can be warm, swimming, leisure days or blustery stew and fireplace weather. Totally unpredictable, totally perfect. Picking pears and apples, making pie, eating beef stew in front of a crackling fire. Tanning on the deck, taking outdoor showers, walking down the beach. Is this the life?
I am so
lucky
to have the life flexibility I have. Thank you internet (ahh, online businesses). Thank you Nicole (my trusty assistant). So, if you need me, catch me online; I'm on
island time.
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The Hustle. (I'm a Hustler, Baby. I Just Want You to Know)
On occasion people give me shit about NOT HAVING A JOB.
In case you are new here:
On occasion people give me shit about NOT HAVING A JOB.
In case you are new here: I run my own consulting business (for self employed peeps), I am co-president of Wear Your Music (guitar string bracelets made from strings of famous people with profits to charity), I make and sell jewelry on the side, I run the backend of my husbands photography business , I manage a 5 unit rental property, I am building an eco-friendly kit house in the woods, I have a two and a half year old, I am 35 weeks pregnant and I have to deal with my crazy family and friends and make a living and pay bills and eat and sleep and shit and shower. . . just like everyone else.
My whole family hustles, its really the only life I know. Above are my "little" cousins who handcraft and sell cutting boards in the shape of fish and Block Island. One is a recent Brown graduate, watch out for what he does next. This weekend you can find me on Block Island, selling my jewelry alongside them at two art fairs.
So the next time it is Monday morning and I am taking a nap or picking flowers or sitting on the beach I dare you to tell me I don't have a job.
To The Depths
Not a lot of things push me to anxiety recently. I've been pretty slow & steady, breathing in, rushing along, skipping on the surface, diving to the depths and in general fine.
Today was such an amazing start to my time on Block Island. My daughter woke up at 5:30 and I didn't mind. We ate cereal with blueberries in the fog and walked the dogs on the beach.
Not a lot of things push me to anxiety recently. I've been pretty slow & steady, breathing in, rushing along, skipping on the surface, diving to the depths and in general fine.
Today was such an amazing start to my time on Block Island. My daughter woke up at 5:30 and I didn't mind. We ate cereal with blueberries in the fog and walked the dogs on the beach.
Then I took an amazing morning nap from 8:30 - 10AM which really recharged me and made me feel wonderful. We walked into town in the heat. Sunscreen, water, hats, all without a hitch.
The hitch came later. My daughter threw the kind of tantrum where strangers on the street think you are beating your child and you were never so thankful that they were strapped into a stroller. She was too hot, overtired, and crashing from her lollipop.
It's so hard for me when I feel powerless. When there is nothing I can do to soothe my kid. Nothing I can do to ease a trouble friend. Nothing I can do to solve a client's problem.