I've been hiding from my work and normal online hobbies since the move. The retail/wholesale business has drained me and is (luckily) in the process of being sold. The other biz is holding steady and improving in the nick of time.
I don't have any furniture to speak of, so I don't feel comfortable pulling out the art supplies. I haven't been in the mood to write anything more than a few posts here. I began catching up on my children's writer crit group when my laptop crashed (again).
I'm sort of floating along when it comes to "work." I'm unsure of how to continue on in this new place. I want to, but I feel like there's no inspiration. Of course I am so totally MOM and that's it, so it's not like I get any kind of reprieve or retreat to reconnect with the muse.
I did go to an Italian art festival with sidewalk artists this weekend AND went to the library (both with family in tow). I have stopped into the local bookstore since moving here and each thing makes me surge with motivation and creativity...until I go home that is. Then daily life takes over again.
Don't get me wrong - this domestic diva stuff has it's payoffs and I am pretty happy. I am very happy, in fact. But that creative piece is missing. I'm ok putting it off so long as I KNOW I will be chasing those dreams again this fall when J goes to half-day Kindergarten. ALL alone again for a few hours a day. Whoohoo!!
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