So; after three weeks of feeling absolutely mortified and unable to accomplish anything, things are moving.
Or sliding. Like.. a LANDSLIDE.
It feels a bit like that terrible clog all of a sudden just decided to dissolve in the drainage pipes of my life.
With a joyous "schlurrp" and a "WTF just happened?", I've been offered a room suitable for a studio/storage.
My old one was little more than a garage/cave with a very fragile door and low ceiling - residing in an apartment building.
So not only have I been worried to have expensive tools in there, I also worried about disturbing the people living on top of my ceiling since inspiration has a tendency to strike after bedtime for most muggles.
And now.. in a free-standing little business building where I dreamt of having a shop when I was a girl. Behind two steel doors, with lofty ceiling and large studio windows too far to reach or peek through.. Same size as my garage cave but with several outlets (Like.. 10 instead of 2), tiled floor .. where I won't disturb anybody! No matter how noisy I get!
And I can see the windows of the locale from my very own home! Oh, this is amazing.. My view from the studio window is a beautiful oak tree, acting as my shelter. This is going to be so awesome, I can hardly contain myself!!
Yes, the place could use new paint. yes, probably most people would think the room is good for nothing, but it's such a change for me, better in every single way - with even availability to WC..
I've felt so vulnerable in my old place I could not find any peace working there. I got the cave-place three years ago and was happy. but once I got it furnished I only used it for storage, pretty much, from the bad feeling about it and worry about the neighbours. So now comes a hectic time, packing up the stuff and deciding how I'll set up all the shelves (and oh, the floor is actually straight, so I won't have to secure my shelves from toppling over! ) and my desk. And oooohhH! WEEEEEEEEEEEHH!
Moving from cave to castle! I'm so happy!!!
..Also; this happened. Lampwork draught is officially OVER.
I realized I was scared my hand would be so bad off after my injury I was afraid to do lampwork - afraid I would not be able to match my own skill from before. But LOOK AT IT!
..Wow.. A single day, so much changed..
If I only could sort out my emotional life now, that'd be great.
My life would be complete.
Thank you, whomever/whatever been listening to me whining these past weeks and helping me..