ambling along
Even though I’m reading books again, I’m not reading much of anything very often. I have a whole stack of books from the library — I haven’t looked at them, and some all are going back unread.
I’m spending hours in my studio, mostly just looking around and daydreaming or thinking.
I haven’t even been dreaming very much.
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I do 1 or 2 things every day that are related to making my studio more congenial. I don’t press myself to do more, or to speed up the process. I’m feeling my way into new rhythms.
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With all the unstructured time in my studio, I’ve realized I want everything in it to resonate with at least 1 part of me. All the parts don’t have to fit together neatly (and they don’t). I no longer want items that aren’t about present-Mea.
This is a big change, and kind of scary, so I’m being gentle with myself as I implement it.
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Moving things around, rediscovered 3 books I thought I’d permanently lost. Improvised a standing desk out of a stack of shelves. Great way to store piles of books from the floor — alas, it’s too high to reach my laptop comfortably.
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I no longer have any sense of my life “going” somewhere. I’m okay with that.
Have been feeling much the same… thank you for articulating the concrete minutia of abstract transitions.
You’re welcome. 🙂