- Clothing: I Think These Are My Shoes
- Mood: Tired (That's Not a Mood)
- Music: Office Silence
- Weather: Traces Of Frost
There are three sides of me: (1) the "practical" side ~ that deals with the daily "hum-drums" of mortal human life... domestic duties at home, job, bills, common sense, etc. (2) the "creative" side ~ that demands to be immersed in the process of bringing art, poetry, and my imagination to life almost 24/7 and (3) the "witchy" side of me, that's drawn to seek out the things that hover just beyond our perceptions. It's easy to focus just on one of those and lose sight of the other ones.
With Brighton working so many hours this entire Winter, I've spent most of my free time adding content to my online shops. I've been uber-fueling the "creative" side. No complaints. I'm very happy and proud with some of the stuff that I've posted online in the past few weeks. My stores are getting traffic, and sales. All good. ~ But it almost feels as if that's all I do. Not that I mean that as a complaint... it's not... but cabin fever is sinking in.
I do the "domestic duties" virtually everyday. I "swiff" the minute I come home to deal with Beamer's shedding, and vaccum twice a week (at least). The house is almost always spotless. Neither Brighton or I are messy by nature... so it's a fairly easy house to maintain. However, last night I went ballistically domestic... LOL. I moved furniture. Dusted everything. EVERYTHING. We finally got a floor steamer over the weekend, and I was dying to try it out! So after I "swiffed" and vaccumed, I used the new steamer. The floors were literally gleaming when I finished! (insert infommercial ~ LOL) Although, I feel like I've been hit by a truck! I am exhausted. I woke up almost forty minutes late (still managed to get to work on time... NO idea how I managed that!!) Mentally, I am still in bed, and I'm having a hard time trying to figure out how to focus and just start my day. *stares at the 20 oz. Mountain Dew bottle*
I have to confess... I'm starting to feel like "Stella" when she realized that somewhere and at somepoint... she lost her groove. Although, I don't think I'll have to go to Jamaica to get it back. LOL. I just feel a little over-tangled, and mentally full-to-capacity. Maybe it's time for some "witchy" mediations to clear the air.