6.10.2009

Piling on the hobbies.

Last weekend, a workshop with the effervescent SARK; this week, a high tide of creative moments and projects.

I'm writing a story.

I'm creating a graduation gift for my brother.

I'm thinking about potential art projects for Etsy.

It feels great to think "the dishes can wait a few hours" or "the apartment can be swept later" and instead spent a few daily moments with a sketchbook and some projects. If I learned anything from SARK, it's that finding time to be creative is not impossible in a busy person's life.

Similarly, the recent 5 daily goals that Sima and I continue to keep up with are helping me to focus on feeling productive and spending good time with family and friends.

Lately, a happy humming in the background. It feels good.

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Last night:
"Is it annoying when I leave the seat up?"
"I was just thinking about that the other day! I was thinking about how it actually doesn't matter to me in the least, how at first I felt like leaving it up was the 'wrong' way for a toilet to be, but then I realized that I really don't care about those kind of things. I mean, it's basically a question of control, right? Does it bother you when I leave the seat down?"

"Nope, I feel like it's the same thing."


Could I have had this relationship even a year ago? I feel as though I'm un-learning the instinct to have things Just So. Or maybe I'm getting better at letting things Naturally Happen? Either way, it's about freaking time.

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The rain has got to stop. Sweaters and jeans and sneakers with socks should be long gone by now. There are reasons I don't live in Seattle.

A few nights ago, we had terrible thunderstorms in New York, loud and violent enough to wake Oscar, who launched himself onto my head. As I lay and counted Mississippis between claps of thunder, I wondered how many other people were doing the same. It's the type of American instinct that I suppose people in other countries don't know about, the kind of cultural knowledge that doesn't come out in textbooks or guidebooks. What a cool secret to know.

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Today at work there were suddenly spots, sections of the screen that I couldn't see. "Nooo," I thought. "Please, not a migraine." But then, within minutes, a dull ache.

I used to have migraines in the 7th grade. Then they stopped until a few months ago, when I had the first one in 15 years. Now, a second one today. I worry less about the actual migraine than why these are coming into my life again. Was it the Mexican food for lunch? The gray light coming through half-closed blinds? What triggers it?

The subway ride home was an adventure of walking into poles and holding my head. You know, a typical New Yorker.

Now post-nap in the dark, spots are gone and I'm watching a crazy dance show in which 'normal people' compete to become some kind of Dance American Idol or something. Thoughts:

* Ohhhh wow, I really want to take a dance lesson sometime.
* CHEERS to the fact that many of the women on this show actually have thighs.
* Secret desire to go to library and get a dance DVD and perform in my living room: ACKNOWLEDGED.

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And finally, my first salad from the Fire Escape garden:

3 comments:

Mer said...

looks delish!

Edith said...

" As I lay and counted Mississippis between claps of thunder, I wondered how many other people were doing the same. "
i actually do the same when there is a thunderstorm though not in mississippis, just in seconds (i learned that when i was a child : how to count the distance etc...).

unfortunately i can't do it anymore as there is no thunderstorm in Ireland for some -climatic i suppose- reason.

ev said...

i was totally counting the mississippis that night. in fact, it was so noisy and unsettling that i had to rouse myself out of bed and have a snack of popcorn and milk in the kitchen while i started my new book. farley was creeped out, too, so she kept me company. :)