Oh to be productive. I had such high hopes for this day.
Oh to lack the willpower to see it through. I had such low outcome on this day.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
Oh to be productive. I had such high hopes for this day.
Oh to lack the willpower to see it through. I had such low outcome on this day.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
For the first time in a long time I have not even a single creative thing to share.
My day consisted of running around crazy, taking orders, fixing drinks, smiling, running around some more… and finally. Finally. Sleeping. For a long long time.
I’m still tired.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
I’m running. And running. And running.
Late. Arrive. Then late again.
So much to get done. So much that is just simply not going to get done.
All, today, right now, in this moment, this second.
If I could break apart into lots and lots of me, I might be able to accomplish all of the things I feel I need to do.
It just, right now, it feels like this rat race I’m in might never end.
That there isn’t even a point to all the running I’m doing.
Even though, I know, there will be a whole new wheel to spin on starting Monday. And that one feels like the right one, an important one.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
Let’s just say that while working in a bar/restaurant has its perks, the morning after being treated to multiple, multiple drinks (after your double shift is over) is not one of them. Particularly when that morning includes waking up to go do another double shift at said bar/restaurant.
Needles to say, there isn’t much creativity happening. Except, perhaps, when it comes to figuring out how to stay awake and friendly for 10+ hours.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
I watched – and listened – to a ginormous moth trying to get outside of my building. S/he kept running into the same place in the window. Over and over. Over. Hitting full-force. Stopping. Again and again. Again.
Finally, miraculously, s/he moved four inches to the right and escaped through a sliver of light at the bottom of the door frame.
A reminder, I suppose, that repeating the same motions over and over again can’t always create the results that a slight deviation can produce.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
I’m having a hard time getting up in the mornings.
Well I should say, I’m having a hard time going to sleep in the evenings.
Which then produces the unfortunate side effect of making me even more tired in the mornings. (I already am SO the opposite of a morning person – this return to night-owl life is just throwing things off even more.)
I get good work done at all hours of the night, mostly.
But it sure makes me less than effective during the day, mostly.
It would be wonderful to find a balance. I don’t ever feel the need to return to a daily regimen of being at work by 7:30am. I would however, love to accomplish more before the clock ticks pm hours.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
I’m really into this idea of sharing.
I dig it.
As an artist and arts organization director, mostly.
The sharing of ideas. Materials. Resources. Space. Secrets.
It will make us all more creative and more able to function successfully if we pool our strengths.
This new idea that came to me, though, this might be taking the sharing level to a crazy place.
I have this car. His name is Maxwell (Mad Max, or just Max for short.)
It’s a funky car. Some people say it looks like a marshmallow, or a milk truck.
It’s a good car. It runs well. It’s roomy. It gets fairly good gas mileage.
I have been thinking about selling it now that I’m back in Washington, DC.
Both for financial and environmental reasons.
I’m cutting my driving habits down – taking the bus, the metro, walking, and now using Lyft.
But having a car really is kind of awesome when you need a car.
So. Here comes the crazy part.
What if I were to SHARE Max?
Not like me driving people around. Cause I really don’t want to drive any more than I need to.
But what if I found one or two people who wanted to pay a monthly rate to legitimately SHARE my car?
There are some logistics to work out, of course; a schedule, where Max would stay at night, how we get him from one person to another, insurance for all involved. And I would need to be fairly good friends with these people, I imagine. I would need to trust them with my (expensive) baby. And create a contract. But. Just think about this for a minute: what if?
There are people in this city who could benefit from having a car without having to purchase their own. And I would benefit from the shared financial responsibility.
So tell me. Is this crazy talk? Or straight up genius?
Here’s to another day of creativity…
I’ve gotten terribly behind on these posts.
I don’t want to quit.
It’s not even on my mind that I won’t finish this resolution.
So perhaps?
It’s just that I’ve just become so incredibly creative on a daily basis that I can’t even pick one thing out of my whole 24 hours to post here.
Errr.
More realistically?
I’m just overwhelmed by all I am trying to do. And tired. (It is all arts-related work I’m working on, though… so that’s good?)
Anyways, back to regularly scheduled programming.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
A night off from the art. But fun nevertheless.
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I played Battleship and Connect Four and Jenga and Shuffleboard.
I had a blast. I’ve never much been into sports or competitive games, but playing childhood boardgames now, as an adult, is kind of wonderful.
This was made even more fun because 1. there was alcohol involved (I mean really, bar AND board games? genius.) and 2. I was playing against someone who didn’t grow up in this country and was therefore unfamiliar with the concept – of connect four in particular. (Let’s just say I dominated.) And it was fabulous.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
On the way to just-short-of a week of traveling, seeing, performing.
Catching up with family
Seeing friends from all parts of my past
Performing in a completely foreign format (this is the first solo of my own work that I possibly have ever done?)
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If this was a facbook status update, I would be ‘excited, hopeful, happy.’
Here’s to another day of creativity…