Snippets of SnapDragon

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.