Scattered About and Put Together

I want to do everything and I want to do it now! How many of you out there are dealing with this issue?

I am a dabbler in all things artistic. I read, I write, I paint, I refurbish, I photograph, and now I film! These are all good things and I’m not complaining. It’s nice to have an active mind… but okay, I am complaining.

I’m complaining because the clock won’t stop. And I’m complaining that my brain and hands won’t stop. Something’s got to give right?

I know that some of you may be thinking about that perfect organize your life self-help book you read some time ago and that you’d like to recommend now (and you know it must be around there somewhere…). I’m going to go ahead and pre-empt you. I cannot add another book to my pile.

The used bookstore that I love keeps having $2 everything sales. You know what that does to a bibliophile with no more room on my bookshelves and no second job for that matter? The brain starts zapping crazy juice.

I’ve had to move to nonfiction and short stories because, if you’re like me, you get sick of picking up your novel only to discover it’s been so long that you don’t remember who these characters are. And what’s more, you have no clue what the hell they’re even talking about!

I’ve been really absorbed in my art again lately. I find that getting back in touch with painting and listening to my creative mind have really settled me. I’d been missing it like that chocolate cake a la mode I had some months back. Even though I know I love being creative, every time I meet it again it always takes me by surprise just how much I love it.

I’ve finally started filming my documentary. It’s been a baby in my mind for some months and now that it’s begun– now that it’s blinking its new eyes to the world– I can’t help but feel an air of infiniteness like new baby smell.

I’ve started a blog/vlog for teenage girls and young women who want to be their best selves and live their best life. It’s full of advice and fashion (for good measure). I mean, why wait until adulthood to start learning to be an adult. How many of us would have done 500 things differently had we known our options sooner? It’s a project that’s been years in the making. And unlike this blog, my original baby, I create videos and edit them and have to learn and study social media and business. My brain is being constantly challenged and it’s an amazing feeling.I’ve had challenges I never imagined and I feel like the ruler of the planet when I work through them successfully.


I either stay up really late at night or knock out at stupid hours. The worst is when I fall asleep early and still feel like crap in the morning. How does that figure?

I’m only mentioning a few of the things that I’ve been up to. Sometimes the sheer number of things I am doing, will do and want to do are overwhelming. Yet I’ll go to a craft fair and feel like I’m accomplishing diddly with my days. There’s nothing in the world like a room full of crafters creating beauty from mundane nothingness to make you feel like your potential is sleeping under a palm tree in some tropical locale. But it’s not true, I know. I’ve been a busy bee, and my brain has been working so much lately that I wonder if it’s been getting nearly the amount of exercise that it needs these past few years.

I only wish the days would pause. In America, the time flies. In some other countries, he walks. I wish he’d just stop and take a nap under a shady tree– with a belly full of baby back ribs… and baked beans…and collard greens…and cornbread… But I digress. Maybe I should stop writing and go do!

What projects are you getting into lately? I know you’ve got things cooking and I’d love to hear about it.

Till next time, Dear Reader.






2 thoughts on “Scattered About and Put Together

  1. You remind me of myself, before I got ill. I had 4 jobs, 63 hobbies and 30 projects going at the same time. I admire you. Don’t stop. Just get organized. Write everything down, plan times for different things, but let your brain work. You’re special. Just please remember to take care of yourself, or you’ll end up like me.


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