FEED FINDS A HOME

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FEED office

Okay, so I know it’s been AGES since I’ve written anything. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking or cooking or dreaming or scheming. I have. I’ll prove it to you by being much more consistent in the coming months. Promise.

Here’s the thing. I’m starting my own business and I love it. It’s hard to really describe the feeling of knowing, really just knowing deep down in your roots, that you’re doing what you’re meant to be doing here on this planet. Or at least that you’re on the right path. Walking the right direction, with intention and bravery – toward your passion. And here’s the other thing. It’s freaking terrifying sometimes. Really. Terrifying. It’s also more work than I ever could have imagined. I mean people try to warn you, right? But you can’t really listen because you would never ever sign up for this. And also because, sort of like having a child I’d imagine, you can’t possibly tap into the natural motivation and drive that keeps you going every day until you have the cute, drooling little bugger, and then you realize you wouldn’t want to be doing anything else in the world. (Well, okay, let’s be honest – I’d always take a weekend in the Bahamas, but you catch my drift, right?)

So what have I been doing since last I wrote? Working my butt off, that’s what. Mostly I’ve been designing, building, furnishing and otherwise setting up my very first office. (That, and seeing clients, working on the FEED website (coming soon, promise!), designing crazy things for a heart suturing device company and memorizing an anatomy book for my Yoga Teacher Training.) But back to the office. It’s in this really great multi-use building in the Mission District in SF. As my friend Katie commented: “It’s like the office equivalent of a dorm!”, and I guess she’s sort of right. There’s an artist across the hall from me, a designer to the left, 2 little recording studios at the end of the hall, a sculptor, a massage therapist…the list goes on. It’s a cool community of people doing what they love. My space is tiny, but cheap, and perfect for me.

And. Man was it RAW when I moved in. You can look at the pictures if you want confirmation on that, but suffice it to say – rough drywall in need of mudding and sanding, dirty, unsanded plywood floors and a utility sink sticking out of the wall. I had my work cut out for me. And let’s not forget that I’m on a budget (big time). So the goal was to create a warm, inviting, efficient space with not much scrilla. Ready? Go!

I’m not going to pretend that any part of it was easy. I agonized, I designed, I procrastinated, I re-designed, I pulled things out of magazines, I fell in love with things I couldn’t afford, I checked myself, I went to the rummage yard, I painted and repainted (4 times…ok, 5), I ordered things (big things) and sent them back, I tried to do it alone, I enlisted help, I decided I couldn’t afford the help, I tried to do it alone, I decided I couldn’t afford not to have help, I enlisted help, I hammered my fingers and fell off of ladders, I ruined my jeans and blew off social engagements and talked to myself (a-lot), I made friends with the clerks at the paint store, and the hardware store. I ate puffins and trail mix for dinner. I missed yoga and felt like crap. I blasted my music at 3am and did downward dogs while waiting for the caulk to dry. And then I put a chair in, and a light, and my computer. And then one day, I finished!

Sigh.

It’s not perfect. Not even close. But I’m here, and it’s mine, and I love it.


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