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 eqiupment at Planet Fitness. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I schedule the workout before my Copaxone injection. It’s a system that works. Even if I’m feeling a little fatigued or under-the-weather, I can at least get on the floor and do some stretching. I need to lose about 35 pounds and I plan to lose it the way I gained it, slowly. My eating habits are pretty good, but I’m not as active as I need to be. If I don’t make progress in the next couple of months, I’ll have the doctor check my thyroid function. I’m pretty sure it’s a lifestyle problem and not hormones.
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!
I’m not going to lie. I’m concerned about the state of the planet. Just read news to find out what’s going on. It’s kind of a mess.
Maybe don’t read the news so often. What if I were to spend significantly less time staring at my iPhone? What if I made more physical art than digital art? What would my life be like if I did some writing with a pen on actual paper?
I can’t change the world, but I can change the way I respond to it.
Yesterday the hubby (Ernie) and I had a post-Christmas lunch with his sister and her husband. We went to Culver’s which is new to Bloomington. The franchise is owned by former NBA player, John Laskowski. He was there sweeping the floor and doing other food service activities. Ernie recognized him. They talked for a minute too.
After lunch, we decided to go to a coffee shop on the square called The Inkwell.
It’s a nice spacious place with a hipster charm. It’s the type of establishment where people like me go to write a novel.
There was some art on the walls. I should have asked about it.
They make a ’homemade’ pop tart at The Inkwell. I had the cinnamon and brown sugar variety and a cafe mocha to drink. The pop tart was tasty, but I would have preferred it warmed up a bit.
I don’t go to enough places like this. I really should get out more often.
I’ve seen many crows flying around in my town for the last few days. These are sizable birds. When I see birds I think they must have a message for me. Maybe some of them do. Crows are able to recognize people’s faces. Is there a crow out there that knows me?
My life as a normal person is not at all interesting, so I try and convince myself that the presence of these crows in the sky has some mystical meaning.
I could be expressing gratitude for the uneventful life I lead. I’m not in a wildfire, or getting tear-gassed as I try and cross a border with my child. I have food, shelter, a car, devices that can access the internet, and a lot of stuff that I’d like to get rid of because I have a problem with clutter. Still, it feels as if there is something I’m missing. There’s something that I’m doing wrong.
Sometimes it helps to escape into art making.
The act of writing a poem also provides relief.
Wouldn’t it be be nice to be able to eat a giant chocolate candy bar whenever the craving strikes? I understand people who use food as a drugs. I see why people get high and drunk. We all need to escape the mundane.
This existential anxt is likely a product of seasonal affective disorder. Things should get better when winter comes and days begin to get longer.
For now, I’ll keep looking for messages from birds and making meaning with words.