Although I’m seeing many of you come by to visit, I’m noticing not many are taking time to comment, and so are not being entered into the book give-away. Have I confused you, I wonder? Or are most of you coming by for AEDM and not interested in the book? Just want to make sure! If you’d like to be entered in the book give-away, you have to comment. It’s the only way I know who you are. People who just visit, are anonymous. I can tell a person has been here, but not who. Which is great, I guess. But it doesn’t getcha a free book! So comment! It doesn’t have have to be anything brilliant – no reason WHY you want to win the book. Don’t need to tell me how awesome I am. Just “hey, I’m here!” will do the trick.
I’ve mentioned that my studio has become so over run with STUFF that my artistic urges have been cut off. Just being in the room just stifles whatever creative interest I had. Those of you who visit often know this is a recurring theme. I get overwhelmed with the disaster area and finally clean it up, only to have it return to its former mess within months…okay, weeks. Hell. Days. I’m a messy creative person. What can I say? I need everything out where I can see it, reach it.
Seriously. It’s beginning to look like an episode of “Hoarders.”
Yesterday I went in there and came out and worked on my knitting instead, thinking that today I would begin tackling the mess. Today I went in planning to tackle the mess and came back out and read a gripping mystery novel instead. The room scares me. And anyone who knows how messy I can be, knows how bad it has to be before THAT happens.
So. It has come down to this. I HAVE to get that room cleaned up before I do another thing that I want to do. (She says with a strong resolve that she doesn’t really feel.)
Check back tomorrow and see if I was able to come up with another excuse to avoid it!
Gratitude Day #16 –
I’m grateful that the scary room has a door on it that I can close and pretend the mess isn’t there. No, not really. I’m grateful that I get a whole room to dedicate to the mess instead of having to have it all over my house. And I’m grateful that whenever I have the itch to do something creative I have so many things to choose from to work on. And I’m grateful that Mr. Tattered has (for the most part) learned to stay the heck outta there ‘cuz going in is just going to make him crazy, and saying anything about it is going to fall on deaf (or belligerent) ears. But I am NOT grateful for the mess. I wish it would go away on its own. And I WILL be grateful when I’ve got it restored to order. Because there WILL be a when. It’s just a question of when “when” will finally arrive. And then how long it will stay.