It doesn't seem to matter how many new designs I make, only one ever sells on cafe press. I mean, sure, here and there someone buys somehting else... but seriously, If I didn't hit on that one design I'd make maybe $10 a month in commission instead of $200.

It sort of has me thinking... that maybe that concept can be applied to other things in life. Like maybe it's not that I hate exercize, but I haven't found THE thing I love. But then again.. I do love to swim, but it takes so much guts for me to strap on a suit and parade in front of the teenagers. I don't know. There I go sounding 90 again.

But what if everything is like that?? I don't like house cleaning, maybe I never found the right method. Maybe I never found the right way to organize that makes it all worthwile. Maybe my new vaccume wil be my winning design - ha, right.. wishful thinking no doubt, but it DOES seem pretty fucking wonderful so far. I mean, I sucked up a half a canister of cat hair and dirt in the first 10 minutes after we actually got the thing put together.

Maybe thats why persistance pays off - I mean, what if I had made the 20 designs before the big seller, and then the 21'st one is the one everyone wanted?

I always seem to give up if I'm not awesome at something. Playing the drums, painting, drawing, skiiing, playing bingo ( i know... weird), cooking, acedemics.,.. you name it, if I feel like I don't have IT, I bail.

Maybe I need to rethink some of that, and try everything a few more times. Hmmph.