I wear me out with all my projects too.
I want to get back to painting. The stuff I do is awfully gestural, but it still has a core of interest despite the fact that the artist doesn’t have any hand eye coordination.
I need to finish the “scan the old photo project” just to get those endless boxes out of the computer room. It has to be done otherwise all these images will be lost.
Just like with painting, I need to keep learning to write. Getting those Nazi pieces out there, even if in a tiny edition, will validate my work.
Over and above those actual projects, every day I do aerobics and stretches, I write my journal, and I do the housewife stuff of tidy, laundry, cook, and shop. Every day life is supposed to be Weight Watcher focused, but I note the more I WW focus, the more I eat. Two days a week I and my camera go to the Discovery Shop where I take the pictures for the shop’s Facebook account. One day a week, I am scheduled to go to the Poets group, and one and a half days a week I spend with himself.
As part of my life, I go to AA meetings twice a week. At one meeting I have regular commitments. Last time I baked a sheet cake. This time I am an usher. Yesterday I bought a used suit at the fat lady consignment shop. Now I have two good outfits. I’m supposed to go to a WW meeting on Wednesday nights, I want to go to a Alanon meeting on Wednesday nights…..sometimes meetings suffer. Then again, because of those meetings, I get to eat out. Did I tell you that I sit as much as possible?
Monday’s and Tuesdays are mine, all mine. Those are the scan, paint, write, photography days. I quit around three and sink into my giant chair with a cup of tea or a Diet Coke and a book. I’m supposed to be retired, you know. Breathlessly.