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So, I woke up with a start this morning...I'd been dreaming that I'd gone off on a crazy venture to launch my jewelry design business to some trade fair up north. I was wandering amidst the booth and saw this amazing pixish woman...young, petite, cropped dirty blonde hair streaked with highlights, large green eyes that held a hint of mischief. She had the most amazing body jewelry...her eyebrows were pierced, and she had a piercing beside her nose... but she had the most amazing jewelry *in* her nose...some larger smooth bands that went entirely through her nose, along with a beautiful scalloped gold band studded with diamonds, and then a piece through her septum that had a beautiful hand-blown glass bead capped with filigree metals caps on either side. This was a lot of metal in her face, which would usually not have been my thing, but it fit her features so well, and somehow was elegant. It looked vaguely more Indian than Industrial...like she had stepped down off a frieze from a temple wall somewhere. I asked her about her jewelry and she told me about it and she showed me the other pieces she had...we started to bond, and then a crack of thunder from an early morning thunderstorm woke me, and I was posses with the urge to immediately get up and sketch the woman and jewelry I'd seen. I can't ever remember waking up with a burning desire to sketch. I wanted to capture the jewelry since I'd never seen anything like it, and thought maybe it's something I could make. It would be certainly unique.So, up I got...obsessed, cranked out some coffee, found my buried sketchbook and got to work. I haven't drawn in ages, but I did better than I thought I would after so long of a hiatus and it felt really good. I had some trouble drawing a nose that made me happy though and realized that it wouldn't hurt me to take a class to brush up on my sketching skills... that it would probably be very handy to actually setting up and pursuing my design dreams. The other thing I woke up with, was a burning desire to actually make things happen....realizing the obsessive drive and passion I'd need to get over the hump and actually make this change in my life to start a business, rather than just dreaming about it. And I just sort of embraced the crazy...I remembered years ago, when I had dreams of walking through warehouses of furniture that if I could draw and make what I'd seen, I'd be busy for the rest of my life. And i'd make beautiful things...and then I did nothing about it but dream. Not today though... today I dreamed and did something. Not much, a sketch...a start... a rough draft...but it's kind of like an arrow pointing the way.