If it hasn’t been painfully obvious already, I’ve been busy. Even though it’s only been four days since my last entry, I think that’s the longest I’ve ever gone without writing since my month-long hiatus back in 2006. There are so many thoughts I have been putting in the back of my head to write down, so many photos I have yet to work on and post.
The big project is the house show on Saturday. This week I’m getting things ready: cleaning; buying ice, ice cream, and toppings for the ice cream bar, cups, spoons; moving furniture; creating playlists for the lounge time before the show; organizing food and sleeping arrangements for the artists; and preparing to capture the whole ideal in picture and video.
I think I’ll be able to breathe again some time in mid August. Until then, I’m working away happily, and learning to prioritize instead of doing what I feel like.
But even then, I don’t think I’ll want to stop. I’m quite enjoying these projects, or, should I say, finishing them because it means I’m productive, and there doesn’t seem to be anything more satisfying at the moment. I haven’t sat down and lost myself in a game in a while, which is strange for me. And even stranger that I’m not jonesing, as it used to be my favourite pastime, and the only one that would relax me. Most of my relaxation time now comes in little doses of quick iPhone games.
I like being busy.
But we’ll see how long that lasts.
let’s call busy a good thing. the most key things will rise when there is time to write. or sink into the heart. either way, it’s all good.
Right now, busy is definitely a good thing. I think priorities shift when they need to shift. So as you say, either way, it’s all good.