As I'm sitting here prepping for the first of two art shows over the couple weekends I find myself watching me from the outside, surprised that I'm not more stressed, more frazzled about the whole thing.Looking back it seems that for every show prior to this the lead-up was fraught with frantic preparation from a place not-center, scrambling to get everything done. Interestingly someone on the outside would logically think I'd be more stressed this time around with this being my first show as a single gal. Gone is the support system of the live-in boyfriend to build booths, load and unload inventory, and help wire frames. Instead I find myself flowing through prep work with a sense of balance and peace. It makes me wonder if all of the frantic energy the last couple shows was solely my doing... Or perhaps I've just changed that much over the past year. The bar has definitely been raised on "what stress is..." Stress isn't an art show; its a firewall implementation, an AD infrastructure stand-up, a phone system swap, a 17k square foot office build out, or the dissolving a six year relationship. By comparison an art show is no big deal.
Well that and my organization skills have improved immeasurably. Currently my main source of annoyance is that all my work from two years ago isn't signed, serial numbered, and in my inventory spreadsheet. Well and that I'm out of mat board. <shrugs>
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