These past months, perhaps half a year, I have been unwinding. Winding down? I don’t have a lot to say. A lot of my thinking has been of the objective, concrete sort. I think that what I said in my minute book, last fall, is accurate: “It is difficult to start out the way one wants to continue, when one does not know how one wants to continue.” Someone asked the members of a mailing list, this week, to share their artistic goals for the year 2012. I don’t have any, other than to examine my life and figure out where I might fit in anything more, in the midst of all that already occupies my minutes, hours and days.
I am happy and involved with life, but…but there are too many things that need to be done, and I am not making time and effort to do nothing, creating an island in the sea of time for the isolation that is necessary to me for creative thought. Social networking, while in some ways less intrusive than face-to-face friendships, is always there! So, too, are the dogs. And Al comes and goes with more frequency since October’s schedule change, which is odd to cope with, because I need to do my own thing, but I want to be with Al, also, while he’s here.
One change that’s needed is a change we both agree on. We need to cut down on the outside volunteer work. If Al goes to bed late and wakes up later, in effect, a two-hour volunteer shift for the two of us can eat up the whole day. We’ve done that far too often, this year. So we are agreed to stringent limits.
