It's Official

Well, yesterday was somewhat difficult, not physically, but mentally. I had the overwhelming chore of sharing some 'less than desirable' news with my fellow lessees. Let me explain the situation. My current shop is located in Irvington. If you're not sure where Irvington is, it's a little sleepy suburb just northwest of Omaha. There is a building I lease part of it with three other businesses, (all in some form of construction), to help keep the cost affordable. Yes, this building is big enough, but from time to time, we do get into each other's way. The location is off the beaten path, sandwiched behind some auto repair shops, and a dairy farm. For the most part, it's nice and quiet, and we've had no trouble with vandals or thieves, the four years I've been there. NOT the ideal place for a business wanting to grow. So I'm off to the big city, a.k.a. Omaha, down to the 60th & 'L' St. area, into a brand new building. There are so many 'positives' to this move, I can't even start to relate. The former arrangement sort of worked for awhile, due to the patience and my ability to make molehills out of mountains. But, there's only so much a person can accept, before it becomes a constant source of irritation, and no longer a place I looked forward to helping me use my creative abilities. When I first agreed to this arrangement, I was excited, as were the other tenants, to create and share ideas and work. The last two years, it has become a place I have to go to, to perform my '9 to 5' job, without any incentive to do anything creative. In one word, 'drudgery'. For all I know, it may have even affected my ability to write blog material. I would come home from work, eat, do paperwork if necessary, watch TV, fall asleep in front of TV, wake up and go to bed. That's time I'll never get back. Maybe now, I won't waste so much time doing nonproductive, mundane things, unless I choose to do so, rather than being sucked into that vacuum, because life has been sucked out of me. The new shop is still going to be a shared experience, but with a fellow concrete artist, who has even more of a burning passion than I do. We both have very creative and unique ideas, and we've agreed to help one another on our projects. I'm sure there's going to be a learning curve, but we both are focused in the same direction. Its only been 24 hours since I broke the news, but I can already feel my mojo coming back (different mojo than Austin Powers). In the meantime, I still have two more weeks at the old shop. I hope its not too uncomfortable, or awkward. I can only imagine the conversations around the water cooler.