Two and a bit weeks at my parents taking care of their sweet little donkey dog Teddy and I imagined myself getting at least two paintings done, finishing a bunch of knitting projects that were abandoned after Christmas and discovering that I’m a figure skating prodigy.

Things took a different direction. I surprised myself in more ways than one—I should really be used to this by now. Twenty-six years of turning my wheel of fortune. I did a little bit of painting but I imagine I'll be painting over them soon in pursuit of more stimulating inspiration.

I did not turn my parents dog into bacon.

I don’t have much to show in regards to art or knitting this time. Very little physical evidence of that. What I’ve been doing (and this is my ultimate goal for this year and my life going forward) is finding enrichment. What do I mean by that? Leaving the house for a start. Doing things that would previously make me crawl into a hole with anxiety yes, but mostly just seeing my friends.

I love living on the coast but it does mean I don’t see my people as much as I’d like and I’m planning to change that by not being afraid of getting on the coach. I’ve ice skated (not a prodigy, fell twice), gone pottery painting and actually gone out into the town I grew up in. But mostly I’ve spent time eating chips with some of the best friends and family I could have ever asked for.

I’m very grateful! Very refreshed and ready to become a full person again. Whatever THAT means.

An important update is that you won’t see me at the Pittenweem Arts Festival this year. I have other plans sorry! Plus as much fun as I had last year it was a pretty exhausting week. It’s also not going anywhere so there’s no pressure to do it every year. Yeah. 2027 maybe? Unless I have plans of course.

I don’t expect anyone to read this really. This is my journal. This is for me.

What the freak is art?

Juggling Inspirations