You know your life is good when the toughest decision of your day is whether to spend your evening making art or knitting.
I can get totally overwhelmed by the number of projects I want to work on, and get downright anxious about using my time efficiently.
This usually takes the form of wandering aimlessly around the house, picking stuff up and putting it down, and compulsively checking my email every five minutes.
I want to make sure the thing I choose is the best use of my time - the most fun, the most fulfilling, the most important.
The need to choose the "right" thing keeps me from choosing anything.
I can waste hours trying to not waste my time.
Get over yourself.
There is no wrong answer to this question.
Pick up something.
take a deep breath.
start doing it and shut up.
Part of it is Christmas.
I've got a million ideas of gifts I want to make.
Where should I start?
Maybe I should try to sell stuff this year?
Why didn't I start last January?
and there's all the mail I need to answer.
postcards and letters have been piling up, unanswered, since August.
and I'm weeks behind in my journal.
I need to glue/write/draw before I forget what happened.
and let's not forget that idea for a series of paintings.
I don't spend enough time on "serious" art. I need to put a stop to all this other frivolity and immerse myself in it.
or maybe I need to spend an hour reflecting on the reasons I don't take my art seriously...
But then again, I could walk away from the art room and knit.
Every year when it gets dark and cold the knitting bug bites me.
I've got bags of yarn and dozens of bookmarked patterns and 138 more episodes of The West Wing on Netflix.
So many possibilities, and an evening free of commitments,
and yet here it is 10PM and I've got nothing to show for my night.
I've decided to forgive myself.
After all, there was.....
chocolate, and wine
an early birthday present and a phone call with my sister
the sound of Max laughing with a friend
fuzz therapy from Jake
scanning 33 bird postcards for the current MMSA swap
library books (full of knitting patterns!) to peruse
songs for singing out loud
the anticipation and planning of an art date tomorrow
a ridiculous blog post.
Lest I leave you without any pictures,
there was also this collage from the other day, finally dry and ready to be trimmed:
Nothing to complain about.
All is right with the world.