“I started making some potholders today”, I told my Wednesday lunch dates, Mandy and Athena, “I don’t even know if they’re good or not.”
I designed my Rain Quilt last week, but then spent two more days doing shipping and bookkeeping.
Getting back into a creative head will take me a couple of days at least.
In the past I remember hearing different creative people say they became a writer or an actor or an artist because they just didn’t know how to do anything else. I always envied them. It seemed to me I was able to do so many different things.
But now I’m beginning to feel that I really can’t do much else than my work. It just brings me to such a bad place when I’m not working. One where I’m only looking forward to the end of the day. So I can read my book or sleep.
Now that I know how good my days, each one of them, can be (not that they’re always wonderful or anything, but the potential is there and I’m more in control of how I spend my time) it’s hard to go back. I mean, if I was in the Gulag I’d do what I had to do to survive, but barring that, I can’t really imagine doing anything else at this point in my life.
So here they are, good or not, today’s potholders.