Case and point, it's taken me nearly a month to write this and my last post.
I have come to realize, and accept, that I no longer have hands. Between two babies, pandemic life, working full time and all of the other things that aren't worth listing, yet seem to fill in all of the gaps, I have maybe five minutes of spare time a day. Usually spent scrolling stories of an otherwise untouched Instagram account, or trying to bring myself up to speed with current events via Twitter and LinkedIn.
Inktober just came and went, two weeks ago now, and every day during the month of October, I brought my sketchbook with me to every room in my house, from home to work and back again, to doctor's appointments and to curbside grocery pick-ups. I flipped through it a couple of times, reminiscing about how much I've improved over the years and how much I miss making art. I even asked for reference photo submissions again, hoping that the pressure of drawing someone else's pet would make me make time. It did not. I still plan on drawing them, but good grief I don't know when.
Likewise, I've carried my laptop with me from room to room, planning on finishing these last two posts. I had Photoshopped Family mostly planned out, but only a title for this one. I also knew I want to incorporate Venus de Milo into the image (which I created myself). I struck the jackpot tonight with caffeine powered drive and two sleepy babies. My husband did made dinner and did the dishes, for which I'm very thankful, allowing me to finally sit down and type. It feels good. Not as good as pencil to paper would, but I'll take it.
But I did manage to make some progress elsewhere. I listened to Unfu*k Yourself again, several times in fact. I've been able to keep up with The Great British Bake Off, and the new season of The Mandalorian.
The election happened, and thank goodness is over. With Thanksgiving looming, I'm attempting to plan as much as I can for Christmas now, knowing it will take the extra couple of weeks to get anything done.
This was more of a vent/rant, stream of consciousness than a narrative of sorts. All in all, juggling is hard, especially when your hands are tied. Thanks for reading.
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