And now I have that song stuck in my head: thanks, self!!
The post title was meant to be a lesson in contrast: most people work a
set schedule, jobbing all week and then hanging out on the weekend doing the other things they love, exercising, visiting, etc... I operate in an open schedule that sometimes results in heavy work on 'off-peak' times like the weekend, like the wee small hours of the morning (though not so much with this babe-manufacturing)
when the inspiration hits hot and heavy for design, I simply hold on to my hat and navigate a suddenly desperate scene: I am hungry for time,
no amount will satisfy.
Days fly, nights are simply nourishment for the power I need to finish a task...
I burn with it.
These last few days in particular have been so
feverish that I rose up a dry husk this morning, hand stitched a few pieces
and then went back to bed for a few hours
to counter the depletion.
It may sound stark or imbalanced, but on the contrary it is what makes a maker feel alive, these times of richness.
The lucky part of these designs I conceived of late is their meditative aspect:
the gorgeous monotony of hand-stitching,
the measured hammering of a mandala...
there is peace in the work, balance and joy in the design, a symmetry I normally eschew
in favor of natural chaos.
May I ask a word of advice from the mamas among you?
That drive you got right before the arrival of the new life
to clean out drawers
and make the house spotless
to organize all things
and feather the nest to perfection:
did you succeed? Or was it just a stressor you let go of
in order to keep yourself sane?
Is there a happy medium?
All advice appreciated!