So I thought I was done...

then I go dabblin again...this time, in business. Well, sort of...

I've set up a booth at the Farmers Market here in Salt Lake City. Who knew my dabbling would lead me to become an entrepreneur? My love for sewing and cooking has led me to start a business selling guacamole & aprons through my new business called, Noona's Kitchen.

Of course without having started going to Mass again, this would've never happened. What's going to Mass have to do with my new business? Well, I actually took the Lent season somewhat seriously for the first time in my life. I actually fasted, and experienced what it was like to be hungry. It indeed gave me a real insight to what it must be like to not have enough food to eat on a regular basis, not to be able to just eat what I craved whenever I craved it.

So after going to bed hungry for weeks, I truly wanted to do something to help those in need. And of course, the rite of almsgiving being part of Lent, I started to mentor a refugee family here while giving money to help the North Korean refugees who've escaped North Korea but were in hiding in China, desperately seeking to leave the country that is hellbent on sending them back to the regime that will surely kill them or lock them up in labor camps.

Well, after two months, I'm still trying to make a profit so I can send some money to these poor souls. And this running a business thing isn't quite as fun as I imagined it to be. Coming up with the idea, shopping for equipments, researching kitchens and getting a business license was all exciting and new...especially when my business logo was made and my business card printed. But then having to make and package the damn cu-acamole and getting up at five in the morning on a Saturday to peddle my goods all morning is ruining my beauty sleep & making my hands look old!

Never having had to use my hands for much other than playing the piano and guitar here and there, they ache for days after the Market closes. Don't quite understand why...could it be the constant opening and closing of the guacamole tub to sample the damn cuacs? Could it be having to mash up 90 avocados? Or could it be loading and unloading the 160 lbs of sand bags, the canopy, the table, the coolers, and the cash box?!

And the worst of it is, I've spent about five grand and made about fourteen hundred. Well, having gone off to Europe for a month and leaving the business to others didn't help, as I have been selling out the last three weeks I've been back...but I'm afraid this dabbling is going to put me in the poor house along with the refugees and cripple my beautiful hands.

I mean the pilgrimage across Spain on my walk to Santiago ruined my feet for good, leaving me with hobbit feet Is this almsgiving going to ruin my hands as well? Damn...why did I not stick with my plan not to dabble anymore?!

Well, at least I'm writing again...(and trying something totally new, again!)