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.