It's a rainy morning in Virginia and all I want to do it crawl back in bed, sinking into that comfortable spot between Steve's ribs and the cat's butt. But Steve groans when I try to tell him to shift his body so I can cuddle. And the cat is already standing at the door wanting out. So, the day has begun... begrudgingly.
Once Steve's out the door, I'll head upstairs and try to clean up my desk and get started. Funny, how I just cannot will myself to work without a clean desk, yet I really am at my best when every surface is overflowing. Makes me scratch my head and wonder what the psychology is behind that redundant ritual.
My goals for the day?
- Finish up 2 small collages I've been into now and then
- Do 2 more nude collages, which worked fairly well & I'm curious how far I can push them
- ACTUALLY use my sketchbook, something I talk myself out of more days than not
- Pull out a canvas I worked on many months ago & gave up on. Time to look at it with fresh eyes.
So, why is it that I have this urge to not do any of those things and run back upstairs instead? Where's the enthusiasm I should have today? Where's the spark that ignites my running around and just getting things done?
I know some people have that... an inner drive that makes them spring out of bed in the morning, humming to themselves in the shower, rushing down the stairs to make breakfast. Why don't I? And, can I will myself to be that kind of morning person? Or do non-morning people get as much done during the course of a day as those perky morning folks?
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