Lately I’ve been feeling out of sorts. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I knew I wasn’t feeling “right.” I was feeling stressed, and not grounded. Other than being exhausted, I think a big reason was because I hadn’t been “making meaning” according to Eric Maisel– which for me is making art.
It’s so funny how I can get into a healthy habit that is so obviously good for me, and then so easily get out of it when things come up that make me feel like I don’t have enough time for that healthy habit. Self-care really needs to be non-negotiable for me. I know this, but sticking to it is hard for some reason.
This is a piece I had started earlier, and worked on more today. It might be done, but I’ll have to sit with it to decide.
I haven’t been on my art schedule the last few weeks, because as usual, I felt I had too much other work that had to get done, and I only have so much time because I haven’t cloned myself yet. While I was working in my journal Wednesday, I really enjoyed it, and I had yet another aha moment of “oh yeah, I need to get back to making art every day.” And instead of saying “I’ll start Monday,” I started today. I’m participating in Final Friday next Friday, which is Lawrence’s downtown gallery crawl, so I need to get some pieces finished up.
I didn’t get a lot done this morning, but I did work for an hour, and got the juices flowing for ideas for some new pieces. And now I can get on with my day and feel happy because regardless what happens the rest of the day, I started the day with making meaning.