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Ever since she left her job, she spent her Monday mornings doing the same rituals. It would begin with making herself a cup of pour over coffee before taking out her planner and scheduling her month. Her appointments – manicure, pedicure, massage, hair, whatever it may be during that particular week – were light this week. Outside of her Friday morning Brazilian wax, her week was surprisingly open.
The Sunday night before, she was fearful of having the dreaded two-day hangover. But this Monday was different. With her schedule clear and her TRX class later in the afternoon, her entire morning could be dedicated to her.
Dressed in her joggers and oversized heather grey t-shirt, she sat on her couch with her laptop softly playing Haim as she went through her usual tabs. When she finally landed on her Pinterest page, she saw her friend Paige had posted a DIY graphic about how to make your her own necklaces with store-bought chain and vintage coins. Paige was the “successful” one out of their group of college friends. And by “successful,” it meant her trust fund kicked in on her twenty-fifth birthday which allowed her to expand her brand and spend more time on her lifestyle blog where she simply posted photos of herself wearing linen shirts and ripped jeans.
“Well looky here, Sperry,” she said with a smile. “This sure looks easy enough.”
She clicked Paige’s profile where her description of herself simply said, “Maker.” As she kept scrolling through, she saw other do-it-yourself projects – pottery, watercolor, knitting.
Opening a new tab, she searched for the closest craft store to her apartment. With one a mere two blocks away, she began making a possible grocery list of items she’d need in order to start doing her own projects. After her now defunct fashion blog’s domain expired, she had mulled over several different hobbies but nothing had truly stuck. And when thinking about how much she had succeeded during last winter’s Sip & Paint class, it only made sense for her to explore the creative side of her life. It was at that moment that she realized that despite always believing her degree in marketing was what defined her professional success, perhaps she would never feel truly fulfilled if she didn’t take this leap.
Her creativity was snowballing while The Today Show remained muted on the television. She could begin by making jewelry just for herself, and if she received enough compliments, she could sell it to her friends. And if her friends liked her aesthetic as much as she anticipated they would, she could branch out and design other creations that she could eventually list on an Etsy store. After all, she had the means. A few Christmases ago, her parents gave her a Canon DSLR camera that she had always been meaning to learn how to use. Her and Todd’s new apartment had an extra bedroom that she could turn into her “creative studio” where she could whitewash the walls, buy a fiddle-leafed fig plant, and master the filtering of her photos that she could use as marketing materials on her Instagram feed.
When she finally stood up from the couch, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Unplugging her phone from the charger by her couch, she opened up Waze and found the artisanal craft store that she had previously found on her computer just minutes before. It was a six-minute walk, which she realized was too short to Uber.
She walked into her kitchen while opening iMessage.
“Todd, I have some exciting news I want to tell you about tonight.”
Locking her phone, she put on her sunglasses, grabbed her handbag, shook out her shoulders, and exited her apartment to go to the craft store that could change her life forever. .