This morning I woke up at my usual way-too-early time, had my first cup of coffee and decided to hell with it. Went back to bed and slept till 9 which is unheard of. I stayed in my pajamas till noon and worked out a new Patty Griffin song on the guitar which I played about 10,000 times. I went for a long walk in the woods, came home and played guitar some more. Rode the scooter for a solid hour, read, surfed the net, went out to dinner with the fam and now I'm callin' the day done.
Without anyone here watching...I waist enormous amounts of time. I prefer to call it refueling. But eventually I'll have to address this mess of a house, groom the dogs, groom the children, and get my ass back to work. Eventually, I'll pull out the camera and start again. Its not that I don't think about it. I do. I think about the pictures all day long. I see good light, or just the right spot, or some wonderful new idea comes to mind and that camera just sits there waiting in the bag in what was the dining room. Now its an untouched ridiculous room filled with bizarre props and ball gowns and backdrops and masks...reminders of that crazy Art Camp.
So yeah, life is sorta in sloooow motion and I guess I can figure out how to redefine how/when/if/why I work. No need to rush right into knowing. I'll get there soon enough.
sounds like you're finding balance to me ... good for you :)
Posted by: Kasandra | May 18, 2009 at 08:53 PM