Thursday, September 1, 2011
I'm Bugging Me
I have this big new thing at work that I don't want to sit still and learn. It seems overwhelming, it seems unnecessary, it seems like my brain doesn't have enough space to process it. I dislike feeling defeated before I begin.
I'm not doing my best these days, it's hot as hell and I'm all selfish about my time. I have not been to my meetings this week, my laundry is piled high, my floors are dirty, my car needs repairs. My body needs repairs. I'm a slacker. My job seems to be sucking all the energy out of me these days and when I get home I want to sit with my latest art endeavor and be left alone. I can almost sense my husband tip-toeing around me.
Things are bugging me. People just being themselves are bugging me. I'm bugging me. I'm hitting the thrift stores on my lunch break everyday buying old soft vintage pillowcases. I'm obsessed with them. A dollar a piece every where and they all have this fabulous smell and the softness of the old washed cotton is calling me in some bizarre chant. I've purchased dozens in the last week alone. I must make something out of them but that hasn't been revealed to me yet.
Maybe today I'll just embrace my "weirdness" and be where I am. It might prove to be the easier softer way.