Posted by denice on Oct 1, 2012 in mixed media, sketchbook | 3 comments

I did this page in my art journal a few weeks ago, but it sure applies today. This is the kind of weekend it was: best laid plans derailed. And the week is starting out much the same, with sick kids and a mess in the house and more commitments than I can keep.

Mostly, I work well like this. I’m okay to go with the flow and be surrounded by a little bit of surprise and chaos…

But there is a serene-seeking side of me too, and she’s been feeling a little snarky about things. She’s needing attention, that quiet side. After all that writing time she was getting, she got spoiled, and now she’s feeling neglected because writing time has been in short supply; nobody’s listening to her whispers.

So I find myself seeking a routine that includes quiet…

Some weeks that’s easy — some, not so much.

Mostly, I’ve learned to be okay with the traffic jams. I know that they never last; I know that the the slow spots work out and then I’ll be on my way again, complete with quiet and serenity (well) and, yes, even some time to hear the whispers of my soul.

I guess what I’m saying is, I’ve learned to sketch, doodle and art journal my way through heavy traffic times and at all red lights.

Which works out really well

Partial page text: Week after week I set new goals and day after day they get derailed. If ever I *almost* get on a roll, some bizarre variable rushes in like a drunken linebacker and knocks me off my feet. I barely have a chance to shift into gear and the light changes. Red, every time. And suddenly I find myself restarting again… I’m looking for better traffic control.