There is a lot going on at home (all good, just too much for my preference) and I am too scattered to do much of anything for myself. When I have a few moment of Me time, I prefer to sit in silence. But I also am feeling the pull to get back to using my Me time more productively...not that stillness isn't productive, because it sure is needed for recharging.
Each week, there is a chapter to read and tasks to do.
Throughout the whole 12 weeks, and presumably forever, two of the constant tasks are to write Morning Notes and take oneself on an Arist's date. Morning Notes are 3 full pages of writing before the day begins on anything that pops into the head. Since my day begins at 5:45, I refuse to get up earlier to write the notes, so I have reset the time to accommodate my schedule rather than the best time to empty my mind for a clean, clear start to the day. When I did this 5 years ago, I went from resenting the Morning Notes to looking forward to them. It is a great way to purge. Feel it...and let it go.
The Artst's Date was not what I was hoping for, especially not for week one. I was hoping to go see The Danish Girl. My schedule for the week could not accommodate this. By last night, it was looking like Week One would have me fall short already. And then this Gordon Lightfoot concert came up in my Facebook feed. And I decided this would be my Artist Date for the week. I will not make a habit of it, because the dog was a nudge and the phone kept ringing and it was easy to get distracted while I tried to have a home based Artist Date with myself. All that being said, it was time well spent with Gordon and the nuances of his voice and those words that just transport me to another time and place in my life. Shallow me misses his beard in this one, but he is in fine voice.
One of the tasks for this week was to make a list of wish careers then play one out. My list, among others, included singer and painter. So I tried my damnedest to play and sing some Lucinda Williams. But that left me unsatisfied so I dug out these itty bitty white canvases and while it was a fail, it was fun and not too time consuming. Success is not important. The process is. And I really enjoyed jamming to Led Zepplin and painting four wee canvases black.
Have you ever done The Artist's Way? More than once? I am thinking it might be just what I need to feel inspired about beading again. And Blogging for that matter. I remember it helped a lot the last time I did it. But like most things that require optional dedication, I let the Morning Notes and Artist's Dates fall by the wayside.
We'll see how it goes this time around!