By last Thursday I was pouting because there hadn’t been much time in the week for anything remotely creative. I told my husband I was simply tired of being responsible and doing all those adult activities that kept me from playing. To be honest, I didn’t get a lot of sympathy; he laughed. He did joke me out of my crabbiness though. And then I sat at my sewing machine for a few hours and felt balance being restored.
Yesterday I had another pouting/ranting session and this time my hubby cajoled me into taking a walk. I guess he figured I would either talk myself silly about what was frustrating me and eventually bore even myself with the topic, or, I would be so breathless walking and ranting that eventually I would cease and desist.
Well, between the good company, the beautiful sunshine and his help in arriving at a solution to the issue sending me round the crazy bend, it worked. I arrived home a more relaxed, calmer individual. Thank goodness. That kind of mental state is just not productive. Or pretty.
There have been times in my life when I wondered if I would ever have another original creative thought again; if I would ever come up with another design, idea, thing that I just had to create. A small hiatus from a demanding, all consuming job showed me that physical and mental fatigue definitely served as the firewall to my creativity. But then I found I couldn’t sleep because I had so many ideas popping into my head, most between the hours of 1 and 5 am.
My son works in a demanding, all consuming job. He is a talented self taught musician and has a lovely refreshing drawing style. He is wisely starting to prioritize and find time again for creating and playing music and to also find some spare minutes to draw. I love when my computer or phone pings to indicate he has emailed me another drawing. This is usually in the wee hours as well - maybe the quiet hours are the most creative for this family?
He and I are collaborating on a project or two and one of the sources of my frustration is that I just haven’t had a pocket of time recently that would allow me to make some major headway. And the time I have gotten to work on it has been fraught with taking big......sliding....steps.....backwards. Sigh.
I did eventually make some headway and I am committed to carving out some hours in the days ahead to devote to the next steps.
Yesterday I had another pouting/ranting session and this time my hubby cajoled me into taking a walk. I guess he figured I would either talk myself silly about what was frustrating me and eventually bore even myself with the topic, or, I would be so breathless walking and ranting that eventually I would cease and desist.
Well, between the good company, the beautiful sunshine and his help in arriving at a solution to the issue sending me round the crazy bend, it worked. I arrived home a more relaxed, calmer individual. Thank goodness. That kind of mental state is just not productive. Or pretty.
There have been times in my life when I wondered if I would ever have another original creative thought again; if I would ever come up with another design, idea, thing that I just had to create. A small hiatus from a demanding, all consuming job showed me that physical and mental fatigue definitely served as the firewall to my creativity. But then I found I couldn’t sleep because I had so many ideas popping into my head, most between the hours of 1 and 5 am.
My son works in a demanding, all consuming job. He is a talented self taught musician and has a lovely refreshing drawing style. He is wisely starting to prioritize and find time again for creating and playing music and to also find some spare minutes to draw. I love when my computer or phone pings to indicate he has emailed me another drawing. This is usually in the wee hours as well - maybe the quiet hours are the most creative for this family?
He and I are collaborating on a project or two and one of the sources of my frustration is that I just haven’t had a pocket of time recently that would allow me to make some major headway. And the time I have gotten to work on it has been fraught with taking big......sliding....steps.....backwards. Sigh.
I did eventually make some headway and I am committed to carving out some hours in the days ahead to devote to the next steps.