Saturday, January 17, 2009
Can't. Move. My. Body.
It takes every ounce of strength I have to make it through a class, but with the exception of one no show, today's workshop was a success. Every student signed up for the next class, and three of them signed up for multiple classes. I took my students down the Bob Ross aisle of the store and showed them everything that they need to make this method of painting work, as well as a few extra Bob Ross products, brushes, etc. that I personally recommend. They ordered them on the spot. These people are serious about doing this. The store is happy. I'm happy. In excruciating pain and can barely walk, but as usual the good outweighs the bad. I was in tears on the way home thinking about how all of this came to be, and what a blessing it is to be able to do it. I'm financially broke and barely physically capable of handling the work, but somehow it is still worth it. I continue to look for a second job and intend to complete my college education, but I hope that teaching Bob Ross workshops will remain a constant in my life. It is the one thing that I hope to do forever.