Another
day... And by gum, I actually woke up this morning feeling like I did
in fact want to write a blog post. And maybe take a few photos. And do
something creative.
So the first thing I did is get up and make a coffee, and let my rabbit Jojo out to play in the backyard.
This
sort of enthusiasm for me feels quite unusual. And so my first - and
probably counter intuitive - instinct is to sit down somewhere quiet to
think about it until it goes away. Over thinking I'm sure is the bane of
my existence, and what has eventually short-circuited almost all my
large scale creative endeavours.
But as I'm
sitting here I'm actually starting to get more ideas, not less, and
that's really unusual. Possibly my brain is seeking to find arty and
crafty outlets to churn over rather than the other things in my life
that are keeping me up at night - balancing the books, divining my
career path (which to be honest is more of a suggestion of an overgrown
mountain track at this point), figuring out how to claw back the
savings we spent moving to our lovely new home.
I'm not
sure what circuit in my brain is taking me from looking over bills to
making pompoms...but right now I'm sort of glad that it is. Because it's
making me happier. I know deep down the bills will always get paid -
somehow they always do. (I'm not the type to default, I feel too
guilty!) And I realize that's what great about arts and crafts is that
they deposit your mind firmly in the 'now'. Making is always a 'now'
moment.
So
outside on our back patio, with Jojo hopping blissfully out amongst the
clover, I brought up the 'Paper' app on my iPad and started to sketch. I
know that the quote goes 'Where there's tea, there's hope' - but in my
experience I drink tea when I'm already pretty calm, maybe sitting down
for a chat with family. It's coffee I drink when I need to get going and
get energized. That's when I need my hope.
Lapin
