I don't care what it is 

2006-12-13

Some sort of . . . shift has taken place in me lately. I’m not sure what it is, probably just my perspective. Whatever it is, it’s a good thing. I seem to be happier. I know I’m more productive.

I went through a long period where I wasn’t doing much of anything. I didn’t update much here, I didn’t draw or paint. I took only minimal care of the yard.

In the last few weeks something changed. I feel refocused or re-aimed or something. I’ve been doing more. And doing more makes me feel like doing more. I’ve projects in the yard lined up, a few of which I’ve actually accomplished. I’ve got an illustration floating around in my head that wants out onto paper. And I feel like doing watercolors of flowers again. That urge usually hits in the spring, when there are flowers.

I’ve been making better choices for myself. No I won’t have that piece of chocolate. Can I have that on whole wheat please? No, I don’t want to play on the computer for another hour. I want to go to sleep now so I don’t spend the rest of tomorrow tired.

I’d been writing entries for this journal and then just throwing them away. I’ve decided I don’t care if it’s sentence, a paragraph, a long ramble or just a photograph. It’s my journal; I’ll put what I want in it.

In the last two weeks I’ve lost 2 pounds without trying, finished my Christmas shopping, done several entries here and replanted my living wreath. I don’t care what it is; I like it.