The past couple weeks have been filled with the more tangible, grounding things of life, some happy, some heavy, some quite ordinary. Things like work, doctor appointments, family emergencies, rental house browsing, coffee dates, a visit from an old friend. A little busier than usual, and a little less inside my own head, which I don’t mind at all.
I’ve been busy designing new things for the shop lately. It’s nice to have a creative outlet that feels productive and impersonal. I’ve noticed it’s easier to make money doing something you like than something you love, because having only a mild interest in something lets you think clearly and produce results, whereas loving it makes you obsess and overthink and not get anything done. So yes, design work is good. Although I sometimes wonder if I’d be more well rounded if I just had a normal, non-freelance job working at a restaurant or in a fancy hotel. Just something more social, more outside my comfort zone. I guess you always wonder about what you don’t have.
I’ve also been working on a novel-ish thing (it feels weird to call it a novel at this point, when it could still be anything or nothing). Mostly I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing, and getting into the mindset to write about certain things can make me feel crazy sometimes, but it’s still fun. Even when I feel stuck, at least I’m feeling stuck doing the one thing I’ve always wanted to do.
That’s mainly what’s been keeping me busy these days, along with the random events that have been sprinkled throughout the past couple weeks. And while it’s nice to have more than the usual stuff going on, my introverted heart felt the need to check in here, like catching up over coffee. I never want to get too tugged away by the daily grind of life to be still and process things and make art. So I guess that’s what this is.