The fourth of July has passed? Already? How can that be?
Time zips along… faster than a speeding greyhound. Or something like that. Where are the long summer evenings I remember as a child? Does it feel like time is rolling faster than it used to? Like life is speeding up rather than slowing down?
For the month of June, I tracked my time. Really how much time am I at the computer? At the library job? Working in the studio? Working on non-studio art related things? I guessed. So full steam ahead, I downloaded an app on my iPhone and pledged to track every detail of the entire month. I discovered I work about 60 hours a week – thats studio + non-studio art related + library job.
I was surprised by this number. This month didn’t include time sucking activities like an exhibit or event. “I’m tired,” I thought.
And then, like magic, the universe provided a break. Long ago I decided to have a dental implant installed(?) to fill the gap where my left eye tooth used to be. I put this off. For years. Then I decided to buck up, let’s move this thing along, stop being a chicken. I talked to people with dental implants. No problem. Mild discomfort. I went ahead with the procedure.
And thanks to some funky complications – hello, sinuses, you are the bullies on my elementary school playground – I’ve gotten my break. Turns out, I hate breaks. I want to work. I love work.
So small tasks and more drugs. Why does everything have to be a learning experience?