Taking time for fitness
For me, exercising as soon as I get home from work is the way to go. I can do something at home or go use the
In other food news
I got an Instant Pot for Christmas. Now I have to learn how to use it and find recipes that don’t call for 15 ingredients.
Art for sanity
I want to revisit art journaling this year. The book I’m altering is turning into an art journal. I had a thought that I could turn books into journals and sell them on Etsy.
I don’t like how messy the art journal process is. Things would be so much easier if I could quit my job and do art and jewelry full-time. That is something to put on the vision board. That’s another to-do!
I could focus more on digital art, but I like working with real objects. I want to add digital scrapbook paper and embellishments to my Etsy inventory. More to-dos!
You took it for granted, didn’t you?
Well, now it’s gone.
Why won’t you move on?
Get a new thing.
Be different. Be still. Be silent.
Go inside and don’t look out.
Look in not out.
Sometimes a poem doesn’t come. That is a fact of life. So you throw words at birds and hope they take flight.
I made this page in 2011. Turns out I was wrong about the career path.
Careers aren’t what they’re cracked up to be. How would I know though?
A prompt from Writer’s Digest.
I’ve come to romanticize the idea of writing by hand. I imagine avid journal writers sitting in cafes filling the pages of their leather-bound notebooks with momentous thoughts. They use fancy expensive pens, and their handwriting is, of course, a sight to behold.
I want to be like these people, so I buy Moleskine notebooks and fill them with my deep thoughts and not-so-deep doodles. However, I don’t journal regularly, so I feel like I’m not doing it right. You hear about those people who have stacks and stacks of journals chronicling their lives from 2nd grade until their time in the retirement home. Having that kind of record of your life would be nice.
This post is about handwriting and the fact that I don’t like the way mine looks. When I’m writing quickly things get messy. The only way for me to write neatly is to slow down and practice mindfulness. Even my legible writing is not pleasing to my eye. I envy those art journalers who include nice looking handwritten words with their drawn and painted images. I’ve really been digging the work of Teesha Moore. She creates journals that include collage, handwritten text, and drawings. I thought about buying one of her journals, but the one she had for sale on Etsy was out of my price range at $1,400.
I have been making an effort to improve my handwriting. My lowercase d and a are looking better, and I’m trying not to let the tail of my f and the top of my t get too curvy. I’ve considered practicing handwriting by copying poems. My writing would improve, I would learn some poems, and I might get the bug to write poetry. I used to write poems regularly, but I stopped for some reason.
It always comes back to giving myself more things to do; more things for which I don’t have time.
I went to see the Passion of Joan of Arc at the IU Cinema a few weeks ago. It’s a silent film made in 1928 and directed by Carl Theodor Dreyer. My good friend Jason Fickel accompanied the film on guitar. It was an artsy flick, and the accompaniment was fantastic. If I had written something upon returning home from the theater, I might have been able to offer a decent critique. I will say that I was inspired to keep making art and to learn more about Joan of Arc. I’ll need to get around to that.
The world is going mad, so my job is not to be afraid. I will not fear all of the things that the media warns me about. I’m a liberal kind of gal, but I’m not going to panic about the tax bill or the end of net neutrality. I won’t fear the racists either.
I’m coming to learn that I am eternal. I’m not sure if my consciousness has always existed, but I think it can never end. When I was a child, I told my parents that I picked them before I arrived. I must have known that. It must be true.
Did you know that both Edison and Tesla separately worked on inventions that would allow them to communicate with the dead? There’s a book about it. I learned about the book from an episode of Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast. On the podcast, the book’s author talked about the competition between Tesla and Edison, and how industry bigwigs made sure Tesla’s inventions that wouldn’t make them money were quashed. Too bad Tesla was a racist. Anyway, Tesla is said to have fared better than Edison in the talking to the dead department. I got the impression that Tesla created the first EVP machine, but there is no mention of him in the Wikipedia article. Further investigation is warranted.
During the two weeks I have off, I plan to get a lot done. I would like to get the “treadmill room” de-cluttered, but I’m not sure if that’s possible. I can do some cleaning. I will do some cleaning! I will blog, and cook, and make art, and do yoga, and overestimate the number of things I can do during this period. Thinking about it overwhelms me.
Don’t be afraid!!!!!
I thought I might do a daily self-portrait digital art journaling type of thing. I did it once. I took a selfie and traced it in the Sketchclub app. I’m not sure it looks like me.
Lately, I’ve been art journaling more frequently. The other day I decided to draw a design on the page and then add color with small brushes. I am pleased with the result.
The next thing I wanted to try was painting on top of photographs that I printed out. It didn’t work the way I wanted, so I ended up covering the images completely and trying something else.
The next thing I’d like to try is recreating some of my digital pieces with real paint and other media. I might start with this one.
I had the notion that I would be able to work a lot of hours during the holiday break when my husband is not working. Tomorrow is Thursday, and I have worked no days. I haven’t been feeling great this week, so was probably a good idea to get some rest. Still, I was hoping to earn a bit more money than I usually do.
On the plus side:
- I cleaned the cat room so it’s not quite as disgusting as it was. This is a first step to getting my art stuff organized.
- I returned the library books I had checked our for my Digital Humanities project.
- I’ve been doing a bit more art journaling than usual.
- I roasted some frozen broccoli and almost did a blog post about it–almost.
I’d talk about the stuff that I’m not accomplishing, but I don’t want to dwell on the negative.
I’ve been thinking about trying to do the bullet journal thing again. I know I wouldn’t follow through. It seems like so much work. I think the biggest problem would be my bad handwriting. I would always be judging the look of my journal. Improving my handwriting is another project I’ve had in mind. There’s no reason I can’t get going on that one right away.
I’m writing short sentences. If I had my druthers, I would go back and rework this post. I don’t have any druthers. Here’s a word origin note; Druthers is a 19th-century corruption of the sound of would rather or ruther. That could have been better worded, but I don’t care enough to bother.
Random list of wants:
- I want to be warm.
- I want to cut down on sweets.
- I want to have a plan for working out consistently.
- I want to write more.
- I want to think more deeply about dance improvisation.
I deleted the Enso game from my phone, but still have it on the iPad. It continues to mess up my neck. Making digital art on my devices is not helping either.
MS note: Not a great leg day, but not an awful one. Too much sitting causes a lot of tingling.
I guess I’ll keep writing about anxiety when I quit experiencing it everyday. I made an art journal spread this week. Working on it helped ease my troubled mind. I wrote about it in another blog.
I remembered today that in the days before I went on Prozac I was anxious a lot. Once I was on it for a while, I realized how different I felt. I need that to happen again.
There are times during the course of the day that I don’t feel anxious, but when I notice that I feel okay I get anxious about not feeling anxious.
I need to consult a thesaurus.
I’m learning to use the Pen Tool from a lynda.com course. That is a step forward for me. Soon I can stop floundering and failing when I try to do something in Adobe Illustrator. “There is so much to learn and not enough time,” she sighed.
I’m just spitting out words because I think it might make a difference.
I once thought it would be nice to go into a coma for a few months just to take a break from life.I guess the problem with that is your muscles atrophy and you wake up in bad shape. Maybe I could visit an alternate dimension for a while. I guess we read fiction to escape to other worlds and other people’s lives. I should read more fiction.
“I should. I should. I should,” she was always saying that to herself. All if did was make her more miserable.
Watching Doctor Who helps bring me out of a funk. I used to have a few episodes with Tom Baker and Peter Davison on VHS. Watching them made everything okay for a while.
I still have a little bit of hope that the TARDIS will someday materialize in my front yard. I would be a brilliant companion!