I saw this phrase online and it immediately crystallized some things for me. I’m needing to get some hard “adulting” type tasks done, like finding health insurance for the year, doing my taxes, signing up for social security, and taking continuing education classes to renew my acupuncture license for another two years, and those things alone are enough to make me reluctant to get out of bed every day. But then the crap that’s going on with Trump and his henchmen makes me feel like I need to read the news to track what’s going on, and this creates an added layer of fear and tension inside of my head.
I have been wound up a lot in the last few years, having less and less patience with mean people and thoughtless communication. And I’m becoming so much more aware of how much the world hates women and how much I can’t shrink into that viewpoint, and I wonder, where does that leave me? So yeah, the image of punching the day is a satisfying metaphor, when all I want is to immerse myself in art and nature.
I don’t have any advice or strategies for anyone right now.
But for my own sake, I don’t have any choice but to be myself and move forward, even if I have to crawl on my hands and knees.
You know?
Lessons from Pebble Tiles
Through it all, we keep going, creating, and doing the work that belongs to us. Here’s Liz doing some pebble tiling over at the Hub.
It’s a slow process that requires patience and trial and error. The creative process looks the same no matter what problem you are trying to solve!
💞👊💞 These are the types of projects I like to do when my head is too full too. 🫂