Considering that I’ve been on this planet a respectable number of decades by this point, it’s rather surprising that I seem to be in such utter denial about how long it takes to get stuff done.
I mean seriously, it’s not like this is news. You’d think I’d get it by now. Yet I’m continually surprised at how little I’m able to accomplish compared to how much I intend to.
Do I modify my expectations accordingly?
No. That would be what a smart person would do. Instead I stuff my “today” list with more than any one person could possibly achieve in any single 24-hour period, then shake my head in wonderment when, once again, I fall short of my ridiculous goals.
Take last night.
The goal: get two tickets to Louisiana, different outbound flights (my sweetie’s going to a wedding, but I’ve got a gig in Oakland that same night so will meet up with him afterwards) and into and out of different cities, but with seats together on the return.
Four hours later we were both utterly exhausted, and I was about ready to boycott Continental Airlines for the rest of my life.
(Note to self: if you want to really annoy customers, make them walk through a multi-stepped ordering process all the way to the end, and when they click the final confirm button make them wait several moments then show them a cryptic message that only indicates that the order could not be processed, without any explanation of why, so they try the entire exercise several more times. Then make them place a phone call to complete the order, and charge them extra for the pleasure. This does not make for a happy, loyal customer base. Just sayin’.)
On the other hand, sometimes I’m equally astonished at how little time things take.
Yes, I confess I’m missing terribly the luxury of spending all day on my art (why, oh why can’t the Retreat go on all year long?) But even just a little bit keeps me in contact with my creativity. And that, my friends, is golden.
What I’ve also discovered is that editing an interview for the Thriving Artists Project while playing with paints is a lovely way to multi-task!
Today I listened to my recent conversation with Michele Théberge during my Creative Sandbox time, stopping every so often to jot down some notes for the page on the TAP website. I got to be inspired all over again by Michele’s wonderful spirit and story, while I messed around and got my hands dirty making art.
Did I get anything finished? No. I don’t even know where these pieces are going.
But that’s okay, because I trust the process. Put in the time, a little bit every day, and my voice will reveal itself eventually.
If only I could say the same thing about purchasing airplane tickets…