This blog is over
Well, my little experiment is over. Since June, I’ve been blogging…and missing some days of blogging.
And that’s okay. This blog was useful, to me anyway. To those of you who reblogged my photos and posts, thank you. It felt good to know that someone was reading and thought enough to share my output.
So, what I got out of this: it made me think. It made me think about how I behave, what my natural, habitual tendencies are. It made me think about what’s important (to blog or not to blog?) and where I want to focus my energies.
So thank you all for listening! Thanks for reading. And thanks to PAB2011 and all the attendees and speakers for the inspiration.
Health and prosperity to you all. Good bye.
Thought I’d post a “creation” from today. I had physical therapy (my last one! yay!) in the morning, came home famished, and made breakfast, fully intending to photograph it. I inhaled it before I could. Here’s the aftermath.
Do I ever have any fun?
This is what’s been on my mind lately. I went back to studying improv this year. Right now I’m in Level 3 of classes, which means I have 3 more to go, and then I get to do a show. I may or may not stick with it — as we know, I have a history of abandoning things. I returned to improv because I missed it, but also, just to have fun. Apparently, I’m not doing it right.
Anyway. The note I got *repeatedly* last Saturday from my teacher was that I needed to “look like you’re having fun saying these lines. Be tickled! I want you to be tickled up on stage!”
And I’m not sure I got there. So this one note had me thinking all weekend: Do I ever enjoy anything? Is that why I can count the number of friends (real friends, not fb friends) I have on one hand — because I’m so damn joy-less? Because I don’t enjoy anything?
I’ve journalled about this, and I still don’t have an answer. But I am being mindful of what I do, and I’m paying attention to if I enjoy what I’m doing - whether it’s walking to the office, chatting with colleagues or listening to music. And yes, next week: doing improv.
Tired. Not loving…
…the changing of the seasons. I’ve never understood people who say “I love the changing of the seasons, and if I moved west, I’d really miss that.”
I love the seasons not changing. I loved living in California where, truth, it was cold some of the time, but nothing like the midwest.
Today, in Chicago, it’s chilly. Sunny and chilly. Anything below 70, and I’m one cranky bitch. So that’s most of the year.
So, I took this photo just for the sake of creating. That’s what this blog about. But I gotta say, something this whole “pab every other day” blogging has taught me is this: creating for the sake of creating is not necessarily a good thing. I think good things can come of it (like commitment, forming a habit, etc.) but I’m not sure that this has had any positive impact on my life, nor am I sure I’ve learned anything super useful.
The book you see me holding is one I carry in my purse, if I need notes, or get brilliant ideas while I’m out and about.
Noise from neighbors
Why do ignorant, inconsiderate people exist everywhere?
I made a picture. This is my “creation” for the day. No great shakes…but I’m keepin’ this going. Until 9/21.
What’s working lately
Words of inspiration from a fellow writer:
This can mean just about anything in whatever way makes sense to you. For me, in the last year, it meant to press on with my home search and sale of my former home. Lately, it has meant to keep talking to people and banging on doors (figuratively) in order to build my business and take it in a different direction.
And when you “keep walking,” great things happen. They may not be a direct result of what you’re doing, but something does happen. Things begin to pop. Good things start to happen. Maybe not immediately, but they do.
It’s good to remember to “keep walking” when you hit a slump.
The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who’ll listen to me, is not to wait around for inspiration. Inspiration is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work. If you wait around for the clouds to part and a bolt of lightning to strike you in the brain, you are not going to make an awful lot of work. All the best ideas come out of the process; they come out of the work itself. Things occur to you. If you’re sitting around trying to dream up a great art idea, you can sit there a long time before anything happens. But if you just get to work, something will occur to you and something else will occur to you and something else that you reject will push you in another direction. Inspiration is absolutely unnecessary and somehow deceptive. You feel like you need this great idea before you can get down to work, and I find that’s almost never the case.