Lately all I seem to be able to write are complaints. I tried to write something else today, but all that came out was a big long rant about Twitter. I wrote a post last night, but deleted it because it was a big long complaint about my ear. And Twitter. And spray mount.
I was wondering why this was. Am I really in that bad of a mood? Or is it just a habit? Granted, this was not the best week. An ear infection on top of having my period, on top of the tag end of 3+ weeks of altered schedules (trainings, classes, vacation). I’m feeling very scattered and uprooted. I feel a little lost.
So this weekend I am on a crusade to re-root myself. I’m going to finish the painting I started for the Ugly Bathroom. I’m going to plant a hanging pot for the porch. I’m going to take some stuff to the thrift shop. Get some rest. Maybe see a friend. Slow the heck down. Take some photos.
Yesterday I had a great conversation with Shea. We were talking about how lately it seems that taking the easy way out — the path with least resistance — really seems to be the best choice. Simplifying at a basic level. So I was thinking: all this fretting and complaining I’ve been doing — while, perhaps, justified — is really just stirring up the pot and making things harder than they need to be. So this weekend I’m going to just Stop Worrying About It.
And hopefully have some fun new art to show for it!