Busy demands and unexpected challenges saturate my life this week. While I'm making art in all my free moments, well, those moments are few and far between. But I have not fallen off the face of the earth.
I feel actual PANIC when I think I won't have my wee creation ready to list on eBay or ETSY. I swear sometimes I get heart palpitations over it. I work slowly because I'm trying to do it right; waiting for things to dry properly while the whole idea and concept is percolating in my brain. While this is going on, I'm still trugging off to LA every weekday. Moorpheous(my friend who also happens to be an amazing photographer) put it perfectly today when said "Hey man, you can't sacrifice quality." Isn't that great? I love it!
Anyway, I had to take some time to clean out the unbelievable mess of old paperbacks (over 100!), bills, receipts, plastic bags, empty water bottles, several unmatched socks, an empty frozen TV dinner dish and an accumulation of a really unhealthy amount of dust bunnies over the past several months on my side of the bed. What I now have is a CLEAN and organized space in which to store my favorite art and reference books, sketch pad for doodling (please, I CANNOT sketch) and a coffee cup filled with Prisma pencils. It's sparce but peaceful. The whole time I was cleaning I kept thinking, why, WHY do I let it get this bad!
Yeah, I have no idea.
Then tonight I had to tackle the closet my husband and I share because we're camping this weekend and I will need to pack clothes. Simple, right? No! Again, I was thinking that I might really have a problem here. My husband, a stay-home-dad, cleans the common areas and does a good job but when it comes to one's closet, it's hard to determine what to throw away or to organize crap that's not yours. So by the time I got around to actually organizing my clothes, I was faced with a dresser piled so high, I swear it would have measured six feet. It's organized now but how long will it last, I ask myself? I think I might need to contact Dr. Phil for some intervention. My mother raised me to be clean so what happened?
So to all you packrats and people who procrastinate organization, I say to you, I UNDERSTAND there is a PSYCHOLOGY to keeping things neat and organized. If you are challenged, you are NOT alone.
Amidst all my challenges (psychological or otherwise), I AM actually working. Scout's honor.