I started this painting in September, and it took me a long time to get back to it. I’m not generally a procrastinator… but I guess taking a bit of time off has removed whatever it was that made me need to get into my studio every evening. I’ve been practicing a daily creative habit for a few years now. I had to miss a day here or there to attend to other things that have needed doing, but for the most part, I am doing something creative every day. Even if it’s something tiny, I still fit it in. Not so much lately.
Of course life has been a bit nuts. My dog is still a bit wobbly, though she has improved greatly. I’m still coughing. I got a cold and that made things way worse for a bit. I feel like I have spent too much of my time lately getting poked, prodded, scoped and tested. I’ve been trying to help my son with a few thing that have to be sorted out. We have finally moved into our renovated, “open concept” space at work, and I feel like my desk is in the middle of the 401. The constant traffic and noise make it very difficult to focus. Meanwhile, the list of things I need to do just gets longer and longer.
I remember reading something when I was younger that predicted “in the future” we would have more and more leisure time. We would be working about 30 hrs a week, and maintain a high standard of living. Certainly not how my future worked out. Nor for most people I know. The company I work for expects more and more from us, but doesn’t reciprocate. While I get there is economic pressure to do more for less, when the CEO arrives to work in his new Tesla, it makes it difficult to believe the pain is equally distributed. The best I can do is live my life as minimally as possible (stuff just gets in the way anyway), spend my time doing things I enjoy, and not worry about the things I can’t control. Easy to say when I’m sitting here, in silence at my dining room table with the sun streaming in my windows. Not so easy to remember when I’m sitting in the middle of the 401.