Día de Muertos en el DF (I)
I’ve found I’m most content and happy if I just let things go with the flow.
I’m content with this new apartment. I enjoy our tiny existence as it makes us feel closer and it makes me feel safer. I know that’s an odd way to explain it, but I’m really happy where we are. I’m happy we have a patio again… I’m happy we can garden… I’m happy about my drive to work. I am just so content with life. I am getting into a lot of art shows. I have been openly welcomed into a fraction of the arts community for Columbus and my fellow colleagues are some of my patrons. It’s touching and inspiring. It still gives me a sense of awe that people come and buy my work… or that I see return customers who come back and go, “Oh! I just love your stuff!”
I read this article milling about the internet regarding to “Not do what you love all the time.” I often have thought about this is the past. Part of me regrets not getting a studio and slaving away like some starving artist, but logically when I think about it.. I come to the realization that by working my 40 hours a week doing something (while I don’t hate) that is not my passion can often gear me, and push me to use those evening and weekend hours to create and release frustrations, tensions, and stresses of my grind. It’s not bad at all. I worried that if I did devote my entire day in and out to what I dream of. then I would just burn out, and lose any creative thought process.
Anyways.. enough of my rambling. The 9 to 5 calls me and I must be off to bed.
Just leaving a note that I am well and happy and continuing my road to contentment.