That’s my relief. From zero to sixty, just like that. Two jobs = Two personalities. Two me’s. And I am saved. From financial ruin, from insanity. From too much time on my hands, to no time at all. It’s a good thing.
But, there will be a price. And you, my reader, shall be the one to pay that price. (I can hear you now: “Oh, please, say it’s not so!”)
I now officially have rare time for a blog. Rare time for idle wishy-washy writing.
I am suddenly in receipt of the gift of not enough time, which ironically creates more time for productive stuff. (This is the predicament of a procrastinator. Too much time: everything gets put off. Not enough time: hell no, I need “me” time.)
Productive stuff such as…
…picking up of millions of pieces of broken ceramics scattered in my yard. Collect them in buckets (sorted by color) to sell to a potential artist for a potential mosaic project that I never got around to.
...taking photos of all my handmade paper art, sell it to someone (else) who sees the beauty in the passion I once used to feel. (sans insect damage and age-worn frame issues: another project)
…photographing and selling my hand-dug Arkansas crystals, lying in plastic trays, stacked one upon another, gathering dirt and dust from my past-still-present, to be enjoyed by someone else’s future. (previous money-making venture and wire-wrapped jewelry projects never quite realized)
…re-purging the purge of the last of the last of my stuff, so I can unburden myself of my stuff… or myself of my self.
…sleeping instead of eating or drinking.
…resting instead of reacting.
Or perhaps purposeful time (as opposed to productive time…should there really be a difference?)
time to write…what shall I write?
time to study…what shall I study?
time to connect…with whom shall I connect?
Time to re-build,
Time to look
It is Spring, after all.
P.S. BTW, that's the SHORT list.
P.P.S. I am coming up on the 2-year anniversary of the start of my blog (Spring 2014, view the Archives when you're bored, feel free to look back at my emotional journey). I had an entire cosmic-planetary-journey-jet-pack full of hopes and dreams and aspirations and life-energy back then. Most of that (STUFF!) did not pan out, but Spring has always, for as long as I can remember, put fuel in my rocket. My rocket-fuel, as of late, has been running low, but I have high hopes (come Spring!), as I always do. I may not be able to write as often now (with my “soaring” career [!]), but I hope you stick around. And thank you, always, for listening!