Wow.

So I am finally sitting down to write this. Do you know what time it was when I first sat down to do this? 7:50am. Do you know what time it is now? 11:26am.

Apparently the Universe’s intention this morning was to just run me off my feet – I ended up going downtown with my mother at like freaking 8:30am to go register as a business, which is all well and good but it’s 8:30am and cold, and I’m not too impressed by that fact.

Oh but first, we had to find the rabbit in the basement because one of them escaped.

Then I get home, I’m on the phone for like 15 minutes talking to Jesse and making sure that he’s still alive because he sounded like the undead yesterday on the phone he was so sick, and the second I hang up, I discover I have a message from my doctor telling me I have to go pick up some forms to fill out for the disability stuff for Monday.

Oh and I have about 45 minutes to get it before they close. I also have to walk because there is nobody else home. (Yeah, I don’t drive. Bet you didn’t know that.)

So I walked. You know what it is with the windchill right now? Freaking -12 C.

I cannot feel my ears I am so cold.

I also had to dodge tree branches falling from the sky and large noisy trucks because the city is trimming the trees outside my house.

If anyone else tries to make me go outside today, I will kick them. I swear to god, I will.

Umm, so anyways. On to the good stuff!

So many wonderful things this week

I got another website client.

I got pretty things from Heather.

I spent two hours on Skype with Joely Black last night, which I wish I’d recorded because she’s a genius and inspiring and seriously, my house could have been collapsing around me and I wouldn’t have cared because she makes me feel so much better about my life.

I’m getting lessons with Chris Pew, which is making me intensely excited right now, because I need a project to throw myself into. Plus we’re putting on a show together, which is completely exciting. He’s basically gonna whip my artistic ass into shape, which is good, because it’s getting flabby.

My other website client doesn’t completely hate all of the logo I designed for him, which is pretty close to a freaking miracle, because he’s very particular and, well, that just makes everything more – let’s say, challenging.

I managed to stay open to the Universe. Which is intensely hard for me, but I managed it.

I’m actually going to register as a real business. Which is amazing because I’ll start to take myself and my dreams and goals more seriously I think.

The enterprise centre in my town, where I went to get all the info about registering as a business, upon finding out that I design websites, is going to start sending a lot of the new businesses to me to get their websites made. Awesome.

I got to spend quality time with one of my closest friends last night. And another close friend the night before.

Mary has sold over $4000 worth of tickets. She has paid for the theatre and then some – she’s got $2000 left over to pay for everything else. And between now and the end of March, she’ll definitely sell more tickets. We stood and jumped up and down in happiness for like five minutes over this fact.

Mary’s family is also commissioning me to paint her new kitten, which is completely exciting. Also, to draw her dad a tattoo. Yeah, that’s right I do everything. I’m like the Renaissance wrapped up into one person. (Not.)

An interesting conversation

I had a conversation with my inner artist this morning. She’s mad at me. Really, really mad at me. She feels neglected, ignored, invisible. She feels unloved.

I feel like a terrible parent.

She feels like we never have fun anymore. It’s all just work, work, work. I’ve turned my art into work, and she is not impressed. She wants to play. She wants to experiment. She wants to be creative, live creatively, live curiously.

So I’ve gotta make some changes before she mutinies altogether. She’d almost stopped speaking to me as it is.

We have four hours of play time together every day. This means painting, creating, doodling, sketching, drawing, splattering, collaging, whatever, for four hours every single day. It will no longer be called work. It will be called play.

We have permission to experiment, to dabble, to dillydally, to noodle around. We don’t have to paint a masterpiece. We’re allowed to make mistakes. We don’t have to finish anything. We just have to show up and make stuff.

She’s pretty happy with this arrangement. In fact, I’d say she’s ecstatic. She can’t wait to sit and play for four hours a day. Maybe I’ll start wearing a crazy hat or something. Get really wild. I do have a red superhero cape. Maybe I’ll wear that.

And an update, as I promised on Monday, about giving my inner control freak something else to play with – oh yeah. It worked. I’m still in flow (despite the occasional mini-freak out) and things are still going well. I’m feeling fantastic and ready to take on the world. Woohoo!

Alright everyone, I hope you have a great weekend and I will see you on Monday!