Today my daughter explained to me how I’m not a mother and wouldn’t understand what that is like.
Thank you daughter for correcting my perception of reality as you see it – apparently you weren’t born but rather “appeared” on the planet all by your own will.
And, beyond that – I learned today that to sell a business, I would have to have a product which apparently my daughter (same one) said isn’t something I have.
What is your product? What would your product be? You have to have a product. she said to me this afternoon. Well, that would be a problem, if she doesn’t know that.
The last time someone said that to me, it was a commercial artist working at a job doing the artwork that appears on billboards. He was going to “help” me.
He sat within two feet of my paintings, within inches of my sculpture, crafts, written materials, notes, stacks of designs, inventions and prototypes when he said it.
Someday, I’m going to ask God if I’m crazy. Right now, it feels like I am and that the best and maybe only solution would be for me to reserve a room in a mental ward.
Apparently, creating new things every day and working hours upon hours doing a thing does not make it a fact that those things exist. I can’t come to terms with that.
It doesn’t make sense to me. None of it makes any sense. How can I depend upon family & friends to tell me the facts about reality accurately when it is like this.
Have the thousands of designs I’ve made, created, painted, designed, photographed, put on products, offered online, shown in art shows, along with these other things not exist?
Is that it? They do exist, I did create them, but they don’t count as a product or as a viable existing basis for something? I just don’t get it. And the work I’ve done is what?
Isn’t it because of skills that I’ve worked to acquire that I can do these things at all? Isn’t it online because I put it there after creating those designs and artwork and writings?
And yet, what? How could anyone with a bit of brain in their head sit amongst these things and ask me, what is your product? what are you going to sell?
How could anyone tell me, “you have to have a product. you don’t have a product. what are you going to use for a product?” as they sit in the room with them?
And, after seeing them on the computer, on the internet, in person, in my space, in boxes and on the walls and everywhere I end up living. How is that possible?
And on top of that, the mother of seven children and three grandchildren told to my face that I’m not a mother and would not understand what that is like – by my daughter.
What is wrong with this picture? Everything. What is right about this picture? I can’t find one thing right now except maybe that for once I realize that the picture isn’t right.
Just checking –
CricketDiane Store on Zazzle –
Adaptive Living Tools Store by CricketDiane on Zazzle –