I found this week that it was time to do just that. By the time I got to Thursday afternoon, the only thing I could manage was reading in bed. On Friday, I put everything aside except the most important thing: I spent time with my daughter. That alone calmed me enough to accept that I need to take time out to recharge.
That’s what I’m doing this weekend, along with a write-in tomorrow. Writing’s like recharging, isn’t it? If I don’t get finished the other things that are screaming at me to be finished, too bad. I’ll come back next week with renewed vigor.
One of the things I probably won’t be continuing with for very long is my art class. I’m really enjoying it and learning a lot, and surprising myself with what I can produce with some expert guidance, but it’s another thing I have to fit into my world when there are so many super-important things there already that I have to keep going with.
I’ll have time for one more project in class before the term ends. I’ll revaluate next term; perhaps I’ll do another project then but I won’t be painting past the beginning of June. Not this year, anyway.
The picture today is the first session on a new project in pen and ink. I have two more classes to get most of it finished, although I suspect it’ll take me four session, not three to be done with it. If you can’t guess what it is going to be, it’s a waterfall with vines growing down the rocks. It’s not going to be a realist painting.