First, there's this awesome flier from my mom's art classes. My mom began teaching art classes from her studio (our converted garage) when I was a kid. Looking at this handwritten and Xeroxed flier makes me realized all the care she poured into these. You might be able to read the text in the right-hand rectangle above:
Sundays...a time to let your mind rest, your hands create, & your soul be renewed.My mom taught with an underlying value of the Sabbath - an invitation to come, rest, and be restored while making something.
With a mom like that, my sister and I had lots of opportunities to make stuff and be creative. I've saved this check for 11 years because it was the first time I was paid for creative work. In high school, I contributed some handmade hairclips to a youth-organized fundraiser...and they sold!
After seeing an ad in a newspaper, I decided to market a line of reconstructed t-shirts to a boutique opening in Oregon the summer before my senior year of college. In retrospect, my level of confidence was borderline embarrassing. Real e-mail excerpt:
The reconstructed tees are handsewn entirely from recycled materials, mostly big old men's shirts. I choose all the material myself, and the t-shirt design is one of my own! It's a super-flattering, feminine cut...I'm really into funky appliques and little details like beading.Either because the shirts were cute or because I totally worked it in my emails, the boutique owner took 20 pieces on consignment. Some sold there, the rest my college roommate and I hawked from our dorm room. This is the boutique's business card.
It's notable that each of these examples involve monetary compensation. Not to get all mercenary, but these three situations were exciting because I (or in the first case, my mom) was getting paid to do something I loved. Money is one way our efforts and talents are validated by the rest of the world, a way of saying "a job well done".
That must by why it's a small thrill to be compensated (modestly) through blogging. I really feel this blog represents some of my best work, and it feels good to be paid for it. What about you? Do you get paid to do something you love? If so, how does it make you feel? If not, how does it make you feel?
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