Life has been incredibly busy for seemingly no reason. Ever since I got back from Japan, life has been go, go, go. I took over a new position and can't help but feel that I was shorted somehow. When I asked a coworker about my dilemma, he said you inherited a mess, and when you started pulling strings, you found out that they weren’t attached to anything. I have been working ten hours a day, and then my schedule for the gym has left me seemingly just getting home in time to almost go to bed because I am too tired to do anything else.
This is not living, and this is not making the dream, only making money to perpetuate the madness. You know it’s something when you start having dreams about various aspects. Daylight savings did not help in the slightest, with it being virtually dark on both ends of the spectrum, getting up and going to work and coming home at dusk, and I have no windows to see the day go by. I am left inside a cave of wonder, waiting to be free.
I have to be greater than my spaces and surroundings. I can not be successfully swept into the void and rendered to the tide. I plan to get back into the swing of creating. I have been making a list of ideas that I want to put together and do over Thanksgiving break and while I have free time and opportunity. I have been getting up earlier to work on writing and some aspects of my art. I have one that I have to turn in this weekend to a friend. It's a little late to deliver it, but that’s the life of an artist.
I have been going through life as a stick and a carrot lately, mostly the carrot, but recently, I have come to see the need to become a stick or at least find a stick, so to speak, to help me get over the next rung of hurdles. Next week is excellent. I only have to go for three days and the three days this week, and then I have a four-day weekend.
Some of my ideas involve cooking and baking, coffee, and a day in the life of a bean.
I look forward to it all and so much more.