Big E is back to work. Tonight marks day two. So far so good.
I have recently begun my annual examination of profitability. My profitability. As in, should I be trying to make a profit doing what I do? (No, I don't mean selling off the monkeys.) Should I be going at my creativity in a "make money" sort of way, or the current "make enough money to keep me in supplies" way. Do I want the added pressure of "Real Money"? Do I want to be (gasp) professional?
Money is an opiate. Would I be happier if I made more, sold more, charged more? Or would I just feel stressed more?
Maybe this is just the reaction to visiting the orthodontist today with Sweetheart G. The words "in serious cases like this" sent chills up my spine, but the tummy dropping reality of a just how much this is going to cost will have to wait for September, or maybe longer. They are waiting for Sweet G's adult teeth to show themselves before they make "The Plan".