Rode Hard and Put Away Wet...

Where does the time go? I look up and day, which spread so bountifully in front of me this morning, is almost over. I find myself cramming the things I promised myself I would do every day into the last two hours of the day. That's not exactly the spirit of the intent, and it's not working out for me. Yes, I get the post, and the photo, and the spinning done., but they aren't treasured little moments in the day that I get to enjoy. Instead, they're becoming obligations. Time to reset a bit. Yes, I am going to keep taking pictures, I'm just going to take more of them throughout the day (like I did on Tuesday when I went to my first drawing class). No, I am not going to try to add 15 minutes of drawing in every day. When it happens, it happens, no pressure, no stress. I do like the post at the end of the evening because there are lots of interesting things that happened during the day around which to build a story. If I do it first thing in the morning, it often seems to turn into a list of all the things I contemplate accomplishing in the day, and the list is a totally unrealistic nightmare that I get to report the next morning I failed to complete. No, spinning should start the day. Spinning and piano.

I will not spin tonight. I am tired to the bone after running around all day doing the program for an event put on by the Cinematic Arts Program at McCallum tonight, picking up supplies for it (a wig and make-up for Jessie's teacher to wear as part of his drag costume), attending my first KAL session (way to hell and gone north of the city in Jonestown, and then getting back to McCallum to pick up Jessie, feed her, and chauffeur her back for the event. I have had six hours of sleep a night for the last three nights, and I am normally a 9-10 hour gal. As it's almost 11:00, I'm not getting an early start on the sleep thing, but I'll take what I can get.

Oh yes, and the day ended with a bidding war on the studio by two developers. We haven't determined how we're going to proceed yet, but it looks likely that Atlanta is in my near future, to pack up the last of the studio an finally say good-bye. Good-bye later, good night now.