I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Do I want a simple life? Do I want to be self employed? Do I want to be a full time (working, making enough money to eat) artist? Do I want to have a regular job plus a life plus another 3 part time jobs to make ends meet?
It seems that even if I try to have a simple life, I just can’t do it. Its not in my DNA.
For instance… There are times when I feel so tired and overwhelmed by all the things I do/want to do that I don’t know where to begin or when to stop.
I thought maybe I should just concentrate on one thing this year, my first year in a new country: A job, a home, a life.
Sounds simple right?
Then I think ‘well, I have to add in a hobby’ so I add ‘make things for myself only‘. Cool. I can do that. Find and fix or make things for my own use and my own home. (Cause, hell, I’ll do that anyway, even if its not on the list!)
Then I think, but what about my art? Ok, so I add ‘make art. For myself’. Set up an easel and work on it.
Then I think of the craft supplies I accummulate and I have to add ‘make stuff when I get the urge’.
Then of course I end up with tons of stuff I’ve made which I should sell… so the equation begins looking a bit more like:
A job, a home, a life, painting, a bit of craft work, some remodelling, some sewing, selling stuff on etsy, why not re-make a doll or two cause I enjoy it, how about the odd grooming job if it comes along, a life… if I have time for that…
See? I’m impossible. I can’t just BE. I get bored if I don’t make things. So I make things. And in my defence, if I ever want to be an artist, I mean a REAL one, I have to paint. And if I ever want to make a living out of my art and crafts, I must sell. And in order for it to be a full-time job one day it has to start as a part time job now and I must dedicate hours to it now…
But before I go off the deep end any more, I’ll share a quickie project I just finished today, for my own use.
I found this 3 compartment box at an antique store on Paros a week ago. It was bright yellow but a bit of chalk paint fixed that quickly.
I then painted labels on the front with black chalkboard paint, and voila. An organiser.
I don’t have anywhere for it to sit in my grandmother’s old house but in my own home it will theoretically live near the door and serve as an organiser and reminder to take certain things with me when I leave the house. I always thought something like that would be really handy so here is version 1.
Sorry about the terrible photos. When its in the ‘right’ spot I’ll get better ones. For now I just hung it on the bedroom door. The idea is that every time I pick something up that I need to take with me tomorrow or the next day or later in the week I put it in the box in the right partition. Then each night I move them over accordingly.
Last thing each morning before I head out the door I make sure I have the contents of the ‘today’ box with me.
I hope I remember to use it.