We’re back on another Monday morning, friends. I hope you all had a fantastic past few days. I enjoy clocking out so much on the weekends, but I’m always very excited for Monday to arrive. Isn’t that amazing? Never once have I worked a job where I have been happy and excited to start the work week! The joy of creating a life you love is blissful. ♥
The past few days, along with the few to come have been very rainy and gloomy outside. I’m doing my best to enjoy it and not let it affect my productivity this week! Being Monday morning, so far so good I’m happy to say! Today, I’ve got a lot packed within my head that I wanna do and it feels like not enough time to accomplish it all!
One. Step. At. A. Time.
I know. I’ve never been one that’s very patient and it’s definitely a skill I’ve been working on as of late. It’s just still so weird to me being down here in the basement and having SO much space for all my art and creativity. Not being finished a finished room, however, does have its challenges. The cold concrete floors leave more to be desired and with pieces of drywall scattered around everywhere I’ve been feeling like it’s pointless to set anything up because we would simply just have to move it eventually when we do get around to completing the renovations. Did I mention that we were doing the renos ourselves? Much more difficult that way. I know it’s not going to be a speedy process and I have been trying to remind myself how lucky that I am and to be thankful.
My husband and I had an interesting conversation the other day. He reminded me that when I first began painting, it was in a small little nursery in our first house. I had just discovered a piece of myself that I had never known. I was free-spirited and passionate about something for the first time in a long time. The feeling pressed me and my husband both and he surprised me for my birthday and had started re-doing the nursery. He was painting the walls my color of choice and had told me that it was going to be an art studio. One of the many reasons I love him.
I didn’t need all the things I now desire in the past. I just worked with what I had and I created. My art was so free back then. I’m so thankful that he brought this up because that was a time I had almost forgotten about. Before it was ever the “dream space” for my art, I worked with what I had and did so with nothing but happiness and humility. I was so full of joy whenever I worked in there. Thinking back to those days when I was discovering myself, when I knew I was an artist, has been so inspiring for me as of late.
That’s the reason for one of the big projects I’ve given myself this week. I’m just going go with the flow until we’re complete with the renovations down here. I don’t know when that will be, but I’m not going to simply just sit around staring at these un-painted walls. It’s going to take time, but I’m going to start setting up my space again this week.