Last week before the end of my 43s. I see a vast ocean of time and a man in a boat pushing back to water out. I’m honestly not sure how to feel about any of it. 43 was a lot, but not all bad. Good moments live in me too. I am free of so many things now. The weight of the condo is gone. Out one window into another.
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?
Hola Galeras,
I think about this so much. I’m super productive but I do burn out too. It’s natural. I read a lot all the time. So much self help and fictional books. I think it helps my mind expand. I feel like being constantly thinking is better than being constantly doing. It’s a war nonetheless. I’m as I say “always making”. So I get very depressed when I take time off but I know it’s easy to get brain fog when I over do it. The rule is for every painting I finish I take a day off. That could mean video games, books, walks, taking photos and watching movies with Alec and the cats. It’s hard but necessary.
My son and I are thinking , I have not checked in with y’all in a long time.
So hola galeras,
I am tired. I am tired but in a good way , I hope. My creative mind is burning bright but not so much it might burn out. That is a fear of mine still. That I’m on the end of my candle in the darkness. The sleeping world calls to me these days and sometimes I hate it. My wounds strip me of my energy. What wounds? The ones left from bleeding and bruising. I’m deeply annoyed a lot but I blame it on my diabetes. It puts me in a bad mood sometimes for no reason. I’m trying to meditate more, which is to say I should start meditating again.
I dream about my future sometimes. I see my future home and my studio. So two homes. A lot of kermet green tile. I see lots of fuzzy rugs. So much music. And the cats are there with me and Alec is jamming out.