i'm averse to schedules and deadlines. i thought that calling them lifelines would motivate me to stick to the self-imposed ones a bit better but not quite.
for example: this week is gone and the plan was to have 10+ kits full of supplies and surprises listed on etsy. it didn't happen.
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yesterday morning, i woke up at 4:25. i went to the loo and considered staying up, getting some coffee, editing photos, or painting, or reading...or.
i was alert enough to contemplate having time to myself that wasn't the same as my late-night, exhausted time but then i got tired thinking about all the things i have to do.
naturally, i went back to bed.
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lately i've been thinking that so much of what i do is half-assed. half-done. never complete. never ending. i'm frustrated and frazzled. exhausted by the demands of my life. so much, sometimes, that i wish things were different.
really, though, i know that to wish anything was different is the opposite of being in the moment, at ease with what is. i often find myself stumbling on some memory or whim or desire or expectation. those things that, according to buddhism, are the very cause of our suffering. i know this. i work through it.
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the other night i was working on a big commission and i had just spread paint on parts of the canvas when i realized my sponge was dry. i made a mad dash for the kitchen sink, in a hurry to get back, eager to move some paint around while it was still wet and my ideas were still fresh.
as i'm at the sink my four year old comes into the kitchen and i notice that he's got a nosebleed. i pause. put down sponge. guide him to the bathroom. clean him up.
it didn't stop right away and he started getting impatient. the moment he said, "i don't yike this, i want it to be done," i realized i was getting impatient, too. so i slowed down.
i told him that i also used to get nosebleeds when i was young and that i'd once missed an entire field trip when my nose started bleeding shortly after our class took our seats.
one of the teachers had escorted me into the bathroom and left me there to fend for myself (maybe first-aid for nosebleeds wasn't in their job description?). i was maybe in second grade and i pretty much knew what to do but i was bummed that i was alone and missing out on the nutcracker.
before i slowed down, though, i had considered setting him up with a rolled up piece of tissue in his nose and leaving him there to return to my studio before the sponge and paint dried. however, in that moment, i was thankful to be the one there with him, not only to administer first-aid but also to provide comfort. i comforted myself, too, by reminding myself that in each moment we have what we need and that whatever happened on the canvas after this moment would obviously be okay.
and it was.
still, sometimes it's still a challenge. (which is a fancy way of saying it's #@*&ing hard.) especially when i focus on how much i just want peace and quiet and how contrary it is to find in a house full of wild things (myself included...when i get down to it, would i even know what to do with peace and quiet? at the same time? probably not.)
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| it's washed. it's dried. some is even folded. why can't i put it away? |
this week has been whirlwind of complaints and grace. on one hand, i get flustered because i have to stop in the middle of what i'm doing, every four minutes, every day, to feed someone, referee, let the dog out, answer the phone, switch the laundry, or just generally tend to life...
...and then i tell myself such is life...
and this is the life i've chosen. this week i've turned most gripes into gratitude through consciously accepting that i wanted this. the madness. the chaos. the dusty house. the messy art. the unschooling wildness. the challenging, supportive and never boring relationship with my partner. the beautiful awareness.
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| "mom, avocado pits bleed but only when i hit it on the tile, not when i scratch it with my fingernail." |
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| colorful fizzy foam is fun. |
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| balance. |
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| soar. |
looking back on the last week, it was actually pretty full (and fun!). the littles and i went to services at the UU church i used to attend, park day with our unschooling tribe, the children's museum, and conducted a science experiment everyday (did you know that i can amaze with vinegar and baking soda but totally fail at making rock candy?) and we're about to go to a super-fun birthday party.
we also painted, learned new interpersonal communication skills, and had story time nearly every night.
- i also spent several hours with my bestfriend because they could very well be the last.
- i started that big commission. finally, and worked on a few other projects.
- i fell asleep with the boys most nights but going to bed "early" is part of self-care so it's all good.
- i picked out a father's day card for my dad and sent it even though it seems to be more of a challenge every year.
- i sketched something out and wrote: i may not always keep a tidy home but when i do i'm certainly ignoring my inner work.
- i did some inner work, even went on a mini meditative journey courtesy of the magical pixie campbell.
- i decided to make yet another (this time big and huge) commitment to my health and will be starting a candida diet soon, with the help and inspiration of my sweet girl jess yelvington (btw, jess - we're birkenstock twins!!) and awesome papa and i decided to re-join the gym.
some of you mama-artists amaze me to pieces with all that you manage to accomplish and you serve, not as a model to compare myself to, but as a true inspiration and example that all things happen in their own time. so. i didn't list stuff on etsy but looking back at what was done, rather than what wasn't, i can see where my priorities are truly focused right now and it feels right.
xoxo
