Time to get back at it. No rest for the weary they say. Who every that is I would like to slap them. Why can’t the weary rest? Is it because weary people just don’t rest, hence why they are weary? Just a random thought. It seems I am always tired but I am one of those that chooses not to rest. There is always so much to accomplish. Life is too short to do nothing.
So, with that, I started back on the second guitar in the “Courageous Freedom” series. I sanded down the body a few weeks ago and this week started working on putting different inlays in the neck. I debated on not changing them but once I got it in my head that I wanted stars instead of the usual dots I just couldn’t let it go. I would have loved to have left it alone and spared myself about 5 hours of work but that would not have satisfied me. It would have glared at me each time I saw it wondering “what if”. I am withholding what the final result is going to look like just to tease you guys. I will tell you that it is a bass guitar. My love.
I have not worked on the pipes abstract I started a month ago but it is still on my mind. I carried it with me for weeks while caring for my Dad but just could not seem to pull it out and work on it. I could not get my mood right to do the work. I know art can be a wonderful outlet in times of stress but I couldn’t get to that point. Now that my life is opening up I want to get back on it. The struggle is to get caught up on the things that went neglected during my busy season.
Why do I make choices that keep me so overloaded? Could it be that I want to do more than everyone around me. No, that’s not it. I try not to make mental notes about what others are doing. Could it be that I am afraid to do nothing one day that it will be a habit and I will never achieve anything again? No, not that either. How about the need for attention? Maybe, a little. I am, after all the third of four siblings and was born to older parents. Is it where I find my worth? Man, I hope not!
I can’t completely answer for certain. I just know that ideas pop into my head all the time and if I don’t get them out it gets crowded. My husband has, in the past, said he imagined inside my head was like the lottery machine they use on TV to make the number selections. Ideas bounce around and I randomly select one to do. It can be exhausting but it is me and I accept that because I am accepted. After all I am beautifully and wonderfully made by my creator.