I am not sure I will get back to this space before the start of the new year. We are going camping on boxing day, and I am not sure if tasks needed to be completed before then will permit me back on. But there were some things I wanted to say on here, and record on here before I forgot.
Number one…next year….I will aim to post at least 4 times a day.
Number two…and this will be the subject of a blog post….I have a word for 2010. Yay!!
Number three, my six year old stunning delight asked me today what I wanted to be when I grew up. After giving a silent thank you for still been given the opportunity to grow up, and have a do over, I said I wasn;t really sure. He asked if I wanted to be a worker, I said not really. He then asked if I wanted to be a circus judger. Circus judger I asked? You mean juggler? I have always wanted to juggle but I can;t, maybe I could learn. No a judger he stated. Someone who goes around judging circuses. I started to say vile things like judge against what? Why would you want to judge a circus, what are you comparing them against? Thankfully I stopped myself before I uttered one word. And thought…stunning. he has made up a job and job title….and I said, maybe I could. Maybe I could.
And I could. And then that little delight said and you could love a boy. I said I loved a boy very much already. And he said that boy is me isn;t it. Yes I said. More than words can say. I love you Sebastian George, and today you gladdened my heart, and the heart of the Whitcoulls owner who saw you dancing in the corner and said it had made her day. Go you.
And we had santa photos taken. $25 for two photos on a disk…I got them, but it seems so fundamentally wrong. Had other stuff to get today and ran out of money. Decided when reorganising my priorities that some needs were wants really, and went with the real needs which I managed. Felt a bit depressed and matyr-like and then recalled I could be a circus judger. The beauty of that job is how could you stop smiling.
Painting. Painting. Painting. Hoping it will lead to works I can sell, but I am working on enjoying the process. And not thinking about that outcome. Not till the new year. While I am camping I have some things I want to do. And in the new year, I put my new word into play and I stop mucking about and procrastinating.
AND, and and…I am doing the artists way again. I made a new contract, and so far, week one, I am sticking to it. I decided that just picking up where I stopped and using my old contract with myself was not a goer. I needed a fresh slate. So I worked on a new contract and now I am actually doing it. And so far, I am going okay.
I have photos to post, but if I don;t get back…merry christmas self, and enjoy your break. Next year you will be busy making your dreams come true.
Filed under: Art, Artist's Way, Personal, Personal Development
