Again.

A weirdo-artist rant from a SnapDragon near you.

. . .

I like who I am. Really, I do.

But it’s hard to be a thinker sometimes.

A dweller. A stew-er. An inspired little nugget of a human.

Even as a kid, I was dominated by my own thoughts:

Should. Should. Should. Should. Should. Should. Should. Should. Should.

The only time I’m truly at rest is when I’m asleep, or sick.

Well, maybe that’s not true. I watch high-quality television. But I’m not really relaxing. I get so wrapped up in the magic of the story that I inevitably turn my brain to my own creativity. My stories. My characters.

There they sit, just waiting.

For me.

. . .

In my thirty-four years I still have yet to understand time.

24-ish hours in a day.

Focus on what matters, Snap.

Don’t be someone you’re not.

. . .

Who are you?

I am a mother; partner; homemaker;

reader; blogger; poet; fiction-writer; photographer; painter; draw-er;

friend; family member;

listener;

patron of the arts;

collector of funky clothing, jewelry, and postcards prints;

traveler;

non-meat eater;

anti-religionist;

occasional crafter;

unapologetic snacker.

(And probably a few other things that have slipped the old skull.)

. . .

So I guess what I’m getting at in this toilet-paper-of-a-post is this:

I can’t do it all.

Not everyday, anyway.

No one can.

So I have to stop wasting the precious time I have feeling regretful. Feeling antsy. Feeling like a fraud of an artist because I’m not churning stories or paintings out each day.

Because the process itself–the living, the loving, the dreaming and nightmaring–the coffee breaks and heartfelt conversations–the slipper slides and magazines and sweat-pant days–they bring us to that pinnacle of inspiration, whenever it may arrive.

Deep breaths, yo.

You got this.

. . .

SnapDragon is an artist who invites you to follow her craziness on Snippets of SnapDragon.

9 Comments

  1. “Because the process itself–the living, the loving, the dreaming and nightmaring–the coffee breaks and heartfelt conversations–the slipper slides and magazines and sweat-pant days–they bring us to that pinnacle of inspiration, whenever it may arrive.”
    I love these “The unexamined life is not worth living” posts.

    God (I use that because it is easily recognizable in the current vernacular—in truth—I am an Atheist, have been from the time I learned to read.)

    Sorry, got side-tracked. Now, where was I??

    ‘God’ knows I have written a lot of ‘self-examination’ posts over the years and tears and too many beers.

    It is good for ‘The Soul’
    Oops! There I go again.
    ‘Religion’ is difficult to avoid in My Country of Texas!
    Hahahaha

    Great post you have here.
    I loved it.
    ‘So help me God.’

    Below is one of my more recent ‘self-critical’ ones.
    There are lots more, but I am too lazy to search them out at this moment.

    Hope you have a ‘bless’d’ Saturday

    Cheers,
    Lance
    ***
    Madness is NOT a communicable disease.
    As is WuFlu, or Mumps, or Measles, or even AIDs.
    No!
    Madness is just genetic.
    (I am hoping)
    And therefore, may be cured.
    Vain fantasy.
    Who am I kidding?
    Madness is inescapable.
    It cuts to the quick.
    To the core.
    It is ALWAYS with…
    You.
    For fucking ever.
    No cure.
    For sure.
    No Nada.
    Good Luck Cowboy
    William, I Am, Shakespeare has ‘Madness’ running all around his drama.
    Lear.
    Hamlet
    Macbeth
    R&J (lesser, but it is there)
    And on and on.
    More of this later…promise)
    To quote King Lear:
    “Oh God! Please let me be not mad!”
    ***
    From the post,
    “Madness! And Sadness!”

    –Lance Marcom
    Texan Tales & HIEROGLYPHICS
    Aug 2020

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    1. Hello, friend! Thank you for your thoughtful comment and for sharing your work. I’ll be looking forward to reading more! 👏🏻
      PS: It really is something how ‘god’ slips into our vernacular! I too, find myself using some of those sayings. 🤪

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