I now have beginning watercolour, drawing and ceramics classes under my belt, and enough time to breathe again. Of course, I started a band about a month ago, so there were a few weeks of extra crazy overlap, but things are settling back down now.
I’m looking forward to spending time pursuing creative projects – I bought some quilting magazines, and one has a pattern for a laundry bag that I think will be much nicer than the mesh hamper I currently use, and I want to work on my bedside lamp so that it better matches my room, and I need to work on my embroidery for the wall hanging I’ve started.
Elisa showed me how to use the sewing machine, and it’s much less scary now that I’ve spent a little time playing around. I still don’t go fast, because I find it hard to get straight seams, but that will just take practice.
I know Elisa wants to paint my room, and I have vague plans of wallpapering the closet doors, but I don’t even know if it’s possible, much less the cost, ease, or time commitment.
I also want to spend time reading. It’s something that makes my life immeasurably richer and more enjoyable. I took half a dozen on our trip to the family cabin on the Idaho/Wyoming border, and when I only finished one (and started two others), I had anxiety about mortality only allowing me a limited time to read and listen to music and appreciate art. I have a firm policy of rejecting all forms of guilt, but this took me a few days to process, once I noticed it.
I’m now 60% of the way through Gone With the Wind, and I won’t try to simultaneously read the other three books on my nightstand. They can wait, and I can wait.
I also need to meditate on my word, and write down some actions to help me invite clarity into my life, and how I plan to achieve them. I still have a whole day left in March, that’s plenty of time to decide some of those, right? Of course. It’ll all be fine. Especially now that I have the time to remember to breathe. Wish me luck!