Last night I couldn’t sleep. I played solitaire until my IPad battery died and I couldn’t find the charger in my kid’s room without turning on the light and waking her up. Her floor is a mine-field of little sharp, pointy toys (I call them vacuum cleaner food).
Then I tried to catch up on my supposedly quick daily journal pages. They aren’t getting down daily because I am sick of trying to create something original with a bird on it. I’m going to get it done because I committed to doing it publicly, but it’s going to be 30 quick bird journal pages in the month of September…instead of daily. Just a matter of semantics, right? Anyway, I was going to do a couple of pages, but spilled an entire mason jar of water-colored water on my journal, desk and self. All the clean laundry is piled in our bedroom and in the closets and I had trouble finding something to wear without turning on the light and waking up my husband.
Next, I decided to look at blogs on wordpress and found a ton of cool art, most of which I wish I had thought up and created.
At 3 a.m. I decided to try and sleep again. I lay down and almost instantly had a brilliant idea for a journal post. By then I was sleepy so I just knew I would remember the post without jotting it down in my idea notebook by my bed. How could I possibly forget such an amazingly genius idea.
This morning, I’d completely forgotten I even had an idea. Now, at almost two in the afternoon, I vaguely remember that I had an incredible idea.
But, of course, for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. No clue. Not a hint. As in, completely and utterly vanished.
I do remember that it was awesome.
So…you’ll just have to take my word for it. It was brilliant, I tell you!
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...