Usually, I can't stop myself from saying whatever is on my mind, but lately - I've been a bit subdued. I was about to use the word "normal" in a sentence, but I wonder if everyone here shares my philosophy that the word is a setting on the dryer?
We are gathered here today to talk about my muse. Er, uh - ahem, the lack thereof of my muse.
See, when time gets tight, I tend to focus on the
must haves in life, like clean laundry, food, clean dishes, oh, and my little side gig - called full time work
and school. But less inspiration crosses the threshold of this wanna-be-creative farmhousewife. Which causes farmhousewife-withdrawals. It's not pretty, folks.
On Sunday, I
carefully planned my time according to allotments of necessary chores and schoolwork said 'to hell with it' and re-arranged the entire living room which had not been touched in well over 9 months. At first it was the gigantic lop-eared over-sized dust-bunnies that disgusted me. As I moved furniture about, I dusted, swept, then mopped. Once the cleanliness began, then, I experienced the strong motivation to create beauty around me. I
sweated whirled about, changing the red slip-cover on the heavy couch, fluffed and punched pillows, arranged magazines and what-nots on the coffee table, angling the furniture just-so, for a close and intimate feel, but still handy to watch the
monster-in-the-room television if that were to strike a fancy.
At the time, I didn't realize this was the drive I was experiencing, as it felt more PMS-related and the fact that the house did not have 7 year old and 44 year old feet tracking mud throughout (they were on a road-trip!). But later, as I was done, and sat down with a bowl of chicken-n-dumplings I looked around and felt peaceful. Why, all of the sudden did I feel so much better? So much more ready to sit for hours on end and stare into an extra-large biology book, pretending to know how many charged atoms, protons, neurons and nuclei are in a molecule of minuscule proportion.
It was because I got my muse back.
My point is; when I feel out of control it helps to create beauty, therefore re-organizing the chaos in my mind
and my living room. Beauty comes in many forms; food, home, garden, and I aim to find more time for it. It re-inspires me.
I didn't ace the biology quiz by the way, but now I have a really nice space to retreat to when the going gets.........normal.
*no photos, I know...b o r i n g.... let me get some snapped when I get home later today and I'll upload.
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