The third men's room on that stretch of beach?
I've made about seven hundred dollars selling the jewelry I make. Give or take. I sell at church boutiques and craft fairs. I'm getting orders from people who saw my stuff on someone else. It's all a little heady and scary. I really enjoy doing it and at the same time, any time I have to do something, I rebel. It seems instinctive, this need to refuse to do what I must do. I want to lay it down to being afraid of success but I think there is more to it than that, an almost pathological fear of expectations of me.
