Every Monday for me is a reminder of how much I didn’t accomplish during the weekend. It’s a drag to have to get up and go to your full-time job, that you know you are beyond blessed in even having in the first place, but let’s be honest… hate.
And though my weekends have been enjoyably more productive… I still want so much more to be done… organized… accomplished. And when I have to stop and go to my job… I feel so panicked. It’s frustrating. And my brain doesn’t turn off when I go to work: it doesn’t stop you from having to keep in contact with clients or to jot down a few notes and consume your breaks with any thing related to art to help keep you sane.
Honestly every second sucks. lol. I know, I’m working on that but until then… PATIENCE is what I’m calling on.
The patience to do my mind numbing job so that I can pay for my rent. (i love home)
The patience to not feel like everything has to be done and organized or the need to have tons of content on standby.
The patience to let all of this unfold in its own time.
To be patient with my self. To be patient with others.
To be patient with the universe because I know everything is coming together.