bonsoir.

I was inspired, just now, by some of Jeffrey Yamaguchi’s 52 projects, and headed up to the studio to let the creativity flow. I got as far as putting a coffee wash on one of my papers, then came back downstairs. And here I am, eating watermelon, coughing, snuggled in with a blanket, and getting a kick out of my husband’s continuous political commentary.

Tomorrow I’m taking a sick day, and hoping that I won’t be as sick as yesterday and today, so that I can enjoy my free day – it’s my first real day that I’ve taken off since I started this job, seven months ago. I feel like maybe I can breathe, now, for a minute. Last week was horrendous, all my worries and feeling of drowning in the hopeless sameness of this job just coalesced into this big, horrible, dark monster. I nearly cried every morning when I had to go into the building, knowing that I wouldn’t be back out for 10 hours. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. To make matters worse, there’s a book that seems to taunt me every time I make eye contact with it at work: Encore: Finding Work that Matters in the Second Half of Life. Second half? What about this half?! I want to do something that matters now, matters to someone else and to myself.

Something that has helped a bit, though, other than John’s love, unasked-for footrubs, and his willingness to do the dishes many times during the week, no complaining involved, is my newly-developed habit of spending time up in the office (which I secretly call “the studio,” and whose desk currently has my art supplies scattered across it. That’s one of my most favourite things about art, to be frank; the supplies. I love the colors, the textures. The potential.). I slink up the stairs, a ramekin of water in my hand, and close the “office” door, turn on “Cat Power” or the “Amélie” soundtrack, or sometimes even just turn on an inter-library-loaned season of “As Time Goes By,” and finally, finally relax, when watercolors are swishing and puddling across the paper.

My watermelon’s gone, my coffee is dry, and I’m going to go kiss my husband (and try not to spread my flu germs), then retreat to the studio with my watercolours, while John reads a book on the Vietnam War.

xo

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