Getting Reacquainted with Myself
After three weeks of nonstop meetings and deadlines, my schedule has finally lightened up a bit.
I'm determined to get myself back on track. I make terrible choices when I'm busy. I haven't done morning pages in over a week. I haven't been eating well, because I haven't had time for lunch breaks. I've spent my few free minutes scrolling Facebook like a zombie, because I don't have the energy to direct myself toward more rewarding activities.
I've been throwing myself into drawing as a compromise.
It's the one creative activity, aside from photography, that I can squeeze in while I'm watching the boys. My four-year-old has even taken to watching Stan Prokopenko's portrait drawing class with me. Sometimes he steals my pen and makes his own drawings in my sketchbook, alongside my anatomical diagrams and notes.
(I know that when I look back on this sketchbook in twenty or thirty years, it's his drawings I'll treasure the most.)
I only have one meeting tomorrow, so I've decided I'll work from home. Maybe I'll even take a half-day. I need to write another guest blog post for Ancestry, and reacquaint myself with the latest draft of my memoir.
And yes, I'll probably draw some more eyes.