I wish all artists could be part-time artists. When your greatest passion becomes your main source of income, and it’s an unreliable one like art professions (let’s be honest, right?), creativity can become forced, and (real) creativity can get lost.
But I wish all professional-everything-elses could be part-time artists, too. When you get too wrapped up in one thing all the time, even if it’s what you love, small-picture perspective can become skewed, and big-picture perspective can get lost.
Now, this is not to say I think art is a silly profession. No, no, not at all! Do I believe artists should be paid well for their work? Absolutely, I do! Do I believe that people should take their work seriously? Absolutely, I do! But things are off-kilter in this fine, freedom-loving country of ours.
Full-time artists work overtime and burn out. And full-time non-artists look at “extra-curriculars” as inaccessible because of the demands of their day jobs… and burn out.
So what should we do? Stop demanding so much of ourselves, and remember we are humans. We have basic needs (food, water, shelter) and emotional needs (to create, to reflect, to express). Let’s not forget either.
HAVE YOU GUYS EVER FELT THIS STUFF? IT’S LIKE … SOOOOOOOOOOO SOFT. A MILLION LITTLE TICKLES ALL OVER YOUR FACE PLACE AND BELLY BITS. IT’S LIKE THE GROUND HAS FUR. WE HAVE TO STOP WALKING ON THIS AND START RUBBING IT ALL THE TIME. START PETTING IT. MAKING IT HAPPY.
KATE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
I DON’T KNOW. I HAD THREE MARGARITAS AT LUNCH. I DON’T EVEN REALLY KNOW WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW. I LOVE YOU, THOUGH.
It’s good to feel this way.
airport kisses.
laughing until it hurts.
cooking together, and being cooked for.
meeting families.
hanging with brothers.
nights out with friends.
lots of great wine.
morning romance.
outdoor ice skating.
dinner like royalty.
luxurious mornings.
music and dancing!
little favors that make a big difference.
strong coffee, sometimes at diners.
a walk in the park.
back scratching and tight hugs.
looking forward.
yesterday it seemed so real! “the day is finally here! he’s arriving tomorrow! omgomgomgomgomg.”
and today, it’s surreal. disbelief, almost. the butterflies are sleeping. but i bet the drive to the airport will set them a-stirring. they must be saving their energy, because they know what’s coming.
one final. a few little to-do’s at home. a workday. a drive to the airport. that’s it.
!!!
watch the shoes. monday morning hangover.
One of my friends asked if I wanted to grab a glass of wine after work. My first thought was, “Great! At least I know one of my friends isn’t preggo!”
THIS.
yep. need it. except i need it at work. and instead of facebook notifications interrupting me, it’s people. grr. people.
(via thankyouthankyouthankyou)
