The more that's expected of me...

...the harder it is to get it done!

Maybe that's obvious. I used to think I worked my best under pressure, but I've learned I don't work very well (if at all!) when I feel there's a knife to my throat. At least I've figured out how to make this feeling not drag me down. I don't feel miserable or depressed very much like I'm used to feeling up here. The problem is, the way I manage to evade those feelings is by allowing my brain to drift to "rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens", metaphorically speaking--the things that make me happy. But then I get distracted by them. It's such a battle. Even sleep is not very restful as my dreams are chock full of either amazing costumes and incredible artists and inspiring creative spaces or books books books books. I can't get away from myself to do the work at hand!!!

Wreath and a Walk

I took a short study break today to get a smithereen of exercise. It was nice to have some fresh air and to feel my feet moving one in front of the other. On the way home, I gathered some berry vines--I forget what they're called, but I know they're an invasive exotic species, so I felt double good about removing them from the environment--and made a wreath. It reminded me of the amazing thick awesome beautiful wreaths my mom used to make from wild grape vines every year. Mine pales in comparison, but I like that there's at least a hint of the wild on my door now.

Feeling empathic

I just wanted to say that I have a lot of compassion and love for Ben.