My gosh. How time flies by so quickly. Especially if we aren't paying attention to the clock. Knowing the day of the week becomes as important as choosing what pair of socks I'm going to wear today and I haven't seen a pair of my socks in over a month.
Needless to say, time has slipped away from me once again. Odd thing is that there is no concept of what time actually is in my brain. Minute by minute can pass by during the day and next thing I know, hours are gone and it's time to start on my end of day stuff. Time... my friends... slips slowly through my fingers and another day has passed me by. In fact, another week has passed me by and I didn't even notice. Yikes.
It has been an eventful week to say the least. Crazy dreams convinced me to do something that I originally didn't want to do and I feel a whole lot better about it now. Well, kinda anyway. It's a journey. An uphill battle. Ok, it's like rock climbing and if I fall, I'm screwed but it will be a hell of rush getting to the top because falling just really isn't an option.
Dreams are a funny thing. Now I don't know about you, but I am able to remember a lot of my dreams. Not sure if that is good or bad but it can make for some interesting events. Some cultures believe that our ancestors speak to us in our dreams and there are people that believe there are messages in our dreams that are delivered to us in a symbolic nature. Freud studied people's dreams. But then again he was a bit if a freak in my opinion. All I know is that from what I read, my dreams are telling me that I need to get back into the driver's seat and take more control of my life. And no, it has nothing to do with Sweets. It's all me and it's all the professional part of my life.
Like the song says, "But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found."
I got back into the driver's seat earlier this week but had to play catch up in the process. And that SUCKS big fat monkey butt... or big angry gorilla butt. I'm not really sure which one. But it does suck none the less.
I'm so ready to start painting again.
There is one long tucked away project that is about 3 hours away from completion. Have I ever told you that I used to make quilts? Both of my grandmother's were quilt makers. Grandma Caruthers hand quilted so many gorgeous pieced and appliqued quilts and Grandma Hasquin made some of the most beautiful embroidered baby quilts. They both made sure I knew how to do it once I showed an interest.
So this quilt has been about 10 years in the making. I put it away when it was close to completion because of the memories attached to it. I just recently decided it was time to finish it so I can let it go, and the memories along with it. That's the funny thing about quilts. There's a memory attached to them all for the quilt maker. One more block to quilt and about 3 ft. of binding to put on and I can cross it off the to do list and pass it on to someone else who can use it to create better memories with it because this quilt deserves that and because there are other quilts waiting in line to be done.
And there will be time to do them.
This seat is really comfy. I think I'll stay in it. For a while anyway.