Selling a hundred calendars on Etsy was easier than I’d anticipated. The reviews — so far —were all five stars. I wasn’t turning much of a profit yet — the easy part came from the advertising — but breaking even ultimately was a huge victory and a winning proof of concept (from a revenue standpoint, it was legitimate, actually).
The only part that somehow seemed not to be easy was feeling good about it, and staying motivated to keep working on it. Those last two things seemed somehow to be juxtaposed and at odds with each other. There was gumption missing, hidden behind my clouds of timidness, streaking like meteors only if I stopped to look, not bluntly at the exquisite darkness everywhere in the sky, but with a precise time and gaze.