Last night I had such big dreams.
I spent the day working the other job, but thinking about all I wanted to do on current work. I thought that because I had no major meetings today and I’m so excited about my next steps, that I’d stay up late into the wee hours to get things done. On the phone, my sister and I were lamenting about work to be done and I told her about my plans. I had work to do, I was motivated (sometimes a problem lately), so following my current mantra “Just do it!”
(*sigh*) Turns out I was so wiped from the day, I found myself re-doing, unable to concentrate, and a completely useless slug. After about 20 minutes of yawning and continual re-focusing, I went to bed.
Maybe I’m too old to do that all night thing anymore. Where’s my discipline??? Or was my body just trying to tell me something? I fight with this work discipline a lot. (Although disappointed in myself, I got up at 5 this morning and put in 1 1/2 hours. Probably more productive then if I had tried last night.)
After painting and then doing a few necessities, rewarded myself with a mountain hike with Spencer (bark). Getting out there is what really counts and truly fuels me. (That’s what I usually see) ——–>
Back to the studio!