I had a good day. Work is going well, I really like Chamber Music at St Peters and being their Executive Director. I feel inspired and passionate about the mission.
And after work I met someone at the studio and they purchased a piece of my work. One of the Letter pots...my favorite one actually. (Am I sad that it is gone? I am just thinking about this right now???) hmmm.
And I have this list of things I will do every night this week in a feeble attempt to participate in the holidays since I have not done much aside from purchase a poinsetta, wreath and 12" xmas tree oh and a christmas cactus. Which was great, because my grandma, (My mom's mom) used to grow them. And I could hear her say: "I just place it outside in the summer under a tree and forget about it, so it gets the right light (or maybe she threw it in a closet?) so that it will bloom come December." (All these traditions for those who have left--it is nice though.
So on list for Monday (yesterday): Make Pizelles and order Grandma and Grandpa's Gift. Jimmy and I used to order together every year for their gift, meat from Omaha steaks. So I like keeping the tradition going. Yesterday was my brother's birthday and it is my new tradition to make pizelles on his birthday....that was really nice in fact. Today I would pick up pottery from the studio to bring home for gifts (now you have an idea of what you are getting many of you reading!!) and I would pack them up ready to mail tomorrow.
But I arrived home and was just in a foul mood. My legs and feet were ice when I touched them, I wanted out of my work clothes I felt disconnected from pottery and creative outlets--all this holiday list stuff I had for every night and I entered into a full blown pity party listing all the ills of my current life. How did I get here? So I shifted from any present wrapping and opened my new book: Wreck this Journal.
I completed several pages...wondering if it was ok to do more than one at once? ha Just laughing because there are no rules...so I decided I could continue doing what I wanted until I felt better.
So I did a couple, skipped a few..(one involved coffee and that would not happen until the morning. And one involved hands--get them dirty make prints...which I am excited to do because my hands are always on the wheels of my wheelchair and therefore get really dirty--although luckily not in my house...!!)
so then I did the Color the Entire Page exercise, and that is when I felt better. And here is my color that is somewhere inside me, around me?? even if I didn't feel it earlier!