I look forward to it.
For the first time in 4 years I am able to take a bath in my own home. Perhaps today Will be the day. I deserve it.
My apartment has been in the midst of remodeling for 3, almost 4 months now. It is nearing the end. All that remains is replacing the kitchen flooring (black and white striped vinyl tile, left over from the restaurants), painting a few doors, moving some furniture. The biggest project will be finishing our downstairs storage room which will become our art studio. The huge part of me that needs to nest has had a rough time of it, but the feeling of accomplishment is inspiring.
Today I will buy a sketch book, a nice one, no matter how much it costs. I’ve gotten so far away from my creative fire and it’s time to let it burn me up. I want to find my style again.
I love to write and I think my writing can provide for me. Today I’d like to write just one page of anything.
Nicolette ordered a candle from me, so after work once Loren finishes putting in my radiator I’m going to grab some more wax and pour my heart into it. I love to share my magic. I love to be paid for sharing my magic.
Things change at an alarming rate. The time passes anyway. I am actively making the most. These are days we’ll feel nostalgic for, so why not savor them presently?
Why not do what needs done and be done with it? Why not give it to myself?
*the infinite importance of having subtle goals. The crucial nature of intended progress.