A Plan

I have too many blogs. I update this one most frequently. It’s kind of a general-purpose place to document my doings. I have one that’s supposed to be about me doing mixed media and other types of art. There’s another one dedicated to my making and appreciating jewelry. I’ve had many a notion over the months to write in each one of these, but you know how it goes.

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I won’t mention my other blogs that are out there lying fallow.

I came to a decision today. I will keep this one (Finding My Own Way) going, and start posting about art and jewelry here. After all, those topics are what I’m all about these days. Why should they be separate from my everyday? I’m thinking in terms of creating multiple departments in which to house my musings. To facilitate that model, I’m trying a new theme calls Crafty. Now I need to configure it to suit my purposes.

Will I ever try to make money as a blogger? That has been a goal of mine, but it’s low on the priority list now. What I need to do new is take the time to write.
That’s the plan. More to follow soon, hopefully!

Note to self: It didn’t take long to write this one. Remember, this doesn’t have to be difficult.

These Days

 Last night I dreamed about the importance of documenting my life via blog or journal. I think I was able to look something up in a blog and figure out something about my life. I can’t remember what it was, though.
I’m convinced that there is an afterlife. I’ve always suspected it, but after listening to the podcast, Real Ghost Stories Online, I am a believer. Do we go on forever, or is there an eventual end to our post-corporeal existence? It can’t be healthy to dwell upon these matters. I should stick to the life that I have now. 

My time at work today was productive, but tiring. When I sit for too long, my legs start to tingle. This is a symptom of MS that I’m accustomed to. It’s discomfort, not pain, and I’m glad of that. But it’s hard to focus on work and be uncomfortable at the same time. It helps to get up and walk around a few times each hour. I think that I’m tired both physically and mentally. It’s hard to find the energy to sit down to write. Some days, just the thought of writing causes anxiety to bubble up. 

There are days when I want to make jewelry. I made a three-strand necklace with some of the beads that I’m tired of owning. I would like to get rid of much my stash and start fresh. The junk journal bag has been calling to me. I planned to start it last year at a friend’s craft night, but I got diagnosed with MS instead.

It is Spring Break at IU, so the cafe in the building where I work is closed. I ran out of the coffee that I keep at my desk and brew in the community Keurig in my reusable Kcup. I had two mugs of Kcup ginger tea. I should drink ginger tea more often. It is said to have anti-inflammatory properties

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I’ll end this meandering entry with a mention of magic. I believe I can make magic. More on that some other time perhaps.

On Fear

Let’s face it. The world is pretty messed up, and there’s not a lot I can do about it. There’s not a lot, but there is some. I think that people who care about the well-being of other human beings can play a small part in improving things. I believe that my part is to get the message out that we can’t let fear control us. We can’t let others use fear to control us. If I had the moxie and the time, I’d do a Kickstarter to help people deal with the fear that permeates our lives. I’d start an anti-fear non-profit organization. I’d develop an anti-fear or pro-courage app. I’m not that person, though. I’m an idea gal. I’ll use my writing and my art to inspire others to take the kind of action they are good at taking.

Okay, so I know fear is sometimes necessary. It’s designed to keep us safe. Most of us in the United States are safe. I know children are being abused, people don’t have access to healthcare, and there are huge amounts of lead in some cities’ water systems. And there’s tons of other stuff to worry about. Oh boy! Take a step back, though. Look at your life right now. Are you relatively okay? Are you on fire? Are you being shot at right now? If things like that aren’t going on in your life at this moment, you’re okay. Relax and breathe. Maybe you can smile.
Perhaps my take-home message is “take a moment to smile.” That advice may not help anyone except me, but I’m the only person I’m in charge of. I’ll try and do my best managing little ‘ole me.

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Let’s give this year a try

It’s 2017 and I’m still here, but I sometimes feel like I’m running out of time. The best course of action would be to form a plan. Can I make a plan without the plan itself becoming my primary focus? Or, is that the point? They say that it’s the journey and not the destination, don’t they? Oh, THEY are wise.

Resolve

I gave up on making New Year’s resolution. They set you up for failure. I do however, want to make some changes in my life this year. I have MS, so taking care of my physical and mental health should be my number one priority. That means making more time for exercise, and to do that I will need to put my needs before my father’s needs. Taking time to cook healthy meals is another top priority. Next on the list is my creative practice. I want to continue to make lots of art and jewelry. I want to start selling that art and jewelry. As the list grows, I begin to worry that I won’t be able to manage it all. I want to give up before I start.

That paragraph looked like a bunch of New Year’s resolutions to me. I think it will help if I blog everyday. I know, that’s another item added to the list, but I won’t achieve anything if I don’t keep reaching. This year, I’m taking a journey, and I’ll blog about. That’s the ticket!

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Beginnings of a mixed media work.

This Week

I had the notion that I would be able to work a lot of hours during the holiday break when my husband is not working. Tomorrow is Thursday, and I have worked no days. I haven’t been feeling great this week, so was probably a good idea to get some rest. Still, I was hoping to earn a bit more money than I usually do.

On the plus side:

  • I cleaned the cat room so it’s not quite as disgusting as it was. This is a first step to getting my art stuff organized.
  • I returned the library books I had checked our for my Digital Humanities project.
  • I’ve been doing a bit more art journaling than usual.
  • I roasted some frozen broccoli and almost did a blog post about it–almost.

I’d talk about the stuff that I’m not accomplishing, but I don’t want to dwell on the negative.

I’ve been thinking about trying to do the bullet journal thing again. I know I wouldn’t follow through. It seems like so much work. I think the biggest problem would be my bad handwriting. I would always be judging the look of my journal. Improving my handwriting is another project I’ve had in mind. There’s no reason I can’t get going on that one right away.

I’m writing short sentences. If I had my druthers, I would go back and rework this post. I don’t have any druthers. Here’s a word origin note; Druthers is a 19th-century corruption of the sound of would rather or ruther. That could have been better worded, but I don’t care enough to bother.

Random list of wants:

  • I want to be warm.
  • I want to cut down on sweets.
  • I want to have a plan for working out consistently.
  • I want to write more.
  • I want to think more deeply about dance improvisation.

I deleted the Enso game from my phone, but still have it on the iPad. It continues to mess up my neck. Making digital art on my devices is not helping either.

Abstract digital art.

Digital art made with Dreamscope and Enlight.

MS note: Not a great leg day, but not an awful one. Too much sitting causes a lot of tingling.

Documenting some of it

Cat wearing cone.
Today, a picture of my cat Pericles came up on Timehop. It was from three years ago, and he was wearing a cone. I couldn’t figure out why he had a cone on, so I searched the blog. I found it was three years ago that he was at the vet for the bladder blockage that resulted in him being put to sleep. I was thinking I lost him two years ago, but my blog told me the real story.Thus, I was reminded of how useful a blog is for keeping track of your personal history. I decided it was important to post something right away. This is it.

I have a stack of documents that’s been awaiting digitization for a very long time. I think I’m finally ready to tackle it. Today is the day.

My car stereo stopped working today. It’s probably yet another blown fuse. The car is also pulling left; it must be time for an alignment.

I got a B in Digital Humanities. I wanted an A, but it really doesn’t matter in the great scheme. I am done with grad school. I feel like I can’t loudly declare that I have two masters degrees until my diploma arrives in the mail. But hey, I’ve got two masters degrees!

Here’s a weird digital snowman because this is Christmas Eve.

Weird digital snowman.

Made with Sketchclub for iOS and Dreamscope.

The Soul

I’ve created a mini mythos for myself. It centers around a car, or rather, a crossover vehicle called the Kia Soul.

It started several months ago when I kept seeing a green Soul. I thought it was following me. I would see it everywhere I went. Somehow, I believed it was the same car and not different ones belonging to different drivers. 

I began to think of the green Kia as a guardian angel. When I came to accept that there was more than one of them, I decided there was a team of guardian angel crossover vehicles watching over me.

Green Kia Soul parked.

Green Kia Soul parked.

I’m not actually crazy. I know this is something I made up to amuse myself, but I also believe that we create our own reality. For people who believe in Jesus, Jesus is real. I believe in the Kia Soul.

The Kia fixation began to feel dumber as more green ones stared showing up. There are two in my work parking lot on most days, and one at the place where my dad is. One day I didn’t see the green ones at work, but there was a black one (or white, I can’t remember). I attached some meaning to this. After that I began seeing Kia Souls of many different colors. I realized that this is just a very popular car. I wasn’t manifesting them with my special powers. Or was I? Like Fox Mulder, I wanted to believe. I decided to interpret the presence of multiple Kias as a message. The message is that the universe is flooding me with opportunities. All I have to do is keep recognizing them.

Okay, I may be a little crazy, but I am able to find comfort in my little religion. When I’m driving around town feeling worried, a Soul goes by and reminds me that everything is just fine. Maybe my brand of crazy is healthy. Maybe it’s material for the novel I will write someday. Perhaps I should buy a Kia Soul. It’s a very cute car!