the freestore i started last winter is open again!
i am starting a writer’s/artist’s group on monday…
my art show (the invisible exhibitionist) is going up this weekend?
& my book is due for release on october 1st.
i’m only freaking out a little. okay. so i am super-dooper freaking out & my imposter syndrome feels like i am about to step off a cliff & spiral downward into the abyss…but, you know, otherwise…exciting stuff.
mental health is a loyal muse she never wanders far away & seemingly is quite easily summoned sometimes just by a song on the radio or a careless word mental health is an accommodating muse willing to wait with open arms for you to crawl back to her.
i have a friend who got a mental health diagnosis &, fortunately, has herself submerged in a writer’s workshop…so she immediately wrote it into a story. i love that. i love people using what could knock them over to, instead, create. which is one reason i am starting a group of creators (writers & artists) to come together as a community to support & encourage & listen. i am pretty excited…or, rather, terrified about it. but i’m doing it.
i don’t like feeling defeated by life i want instead to be one of those elastic people that bad stuff just bounces off as they find the positive go forth & conquer turning their frown upside down & lemons into lemonade instead i have to hunker down gather my resources & wait for the sun to come back out.
as i stated yesterday…vague references to current events…. ironically, as politics try to cut me off from my fellow humans…my introverted ass is out of the house joining community resistance groups & looking for straight from farm sources for food as i refuse to join in to the politics of covid. it’s that or lay on my couch & cry. ack. trust me, i know what i’m doing.
i have two rooms now, well, two & a half…. one for household items & shoes (so many shoes!) & one for clothes & toys. i figure put the toys in with the clothes so moms can look for clothes while kids make a mess with the toys.
speaking of messes…i almost closed up the shop…turned the bus around…i was so frustrated with how people don’t pick up after themselves. i mean, nothing major, but with enough people not putting things away…. i already have four kids to pick up after….
but i am trying to keep the faith. the free store doors remain open (two doors now!)
ps. if i have to deal with another bag of single socks, i might just freak the fuck out…so pair up your socks, people. no singletons or i will hunt you down.
i’m a little behind on my free store updates. it is still going strong. the ebb & flow is a bit off however, more coming in than going out. so! i’m working on expanding it into the next room over. the building i am in is an old church that was reclaimed as an art & community space. the next room over was an abandoned workshop. i have been clearing it out & trying to clean it up & hopefully not inhaling too much lead paint dust…. one wall was crumbling paint, so i painted over it, but that didn’t seem to be enough, so i took the opportunity to make some life sized sheep fingers. i don’t know about you, but something about sheep fingers just makes me so happy. soon this room will be finished & set up & the free store at the commons will be much easier to navigate…& my ocd can calm down a bit.
so far so good with the free store…though more is coming in than going out. which is awesome that people are so generous–& hopefully it will find it’s own ebb & flow eventually.
i have discovered that i really enjoy sneak peeks into the lives of strangers via donations…must be the fiction writer in me. i also enjoy making sense of chaos. so it’s all good. though my folding skills leave something to be desired.
maybe i’ll get a trend going here on free stores for sustainability & community. start your free store today!
what am i doing with myself since i quit my job, i’m sure you are wondering. well…other than trying to recover from clogged sinuses that are surely indicative of a clogged soul… i have opened a free store! cool, right? very abbie hoffman of me….
this is my journaling about the process in case anyone is curious or wants to try this at home.
here in viroqua, wisconsin, there is a building that is a common space, an art space. it is aptly called “the commons,” and is steered by some good hometown anarchists. i fell in love with this space when i first visited viroqua and was eager to get involved with it’s current evolution. so! i asked the board if i could start a “free store” in one of the rooms. i was met with some pretty awesome enthusiasm. the enthusiasm did not stop with attaining the room. as soon as i started advertising for donations, i was met with overwhelming generousity.
today is the first day the free store is open to the public. i am hopeful, but i am also keeping an eye out for snags.
i will try to keep y’all updated on my latest quixotic adventure…xxoo.
i just realized this is totally a 180 from of my “nothing for free” post…but, you know, i did fire that therapist for being frivolous with my mental health…plus, like many men i know, he really didn’t listen to what i was saying.