A phrase my mother has told me at many points in my life is, "You'll never have more time than you have right now." Being an author and an artsy person herself, what she meant was that I would never have more time in my life to be creative--I would have to make time. (Darn it, but she has a knack of being right.)
This has been especially important for me to remember right now, especially since Boog is hellbent on being danced around the apartment for a good portion of the day. At 18-months-old, every day is like Christmas; and she is diggin' it! Which means that I am usually digging her out of stuff and not digging into my art projects.
So I have been revamping my schedule and trying to squeeze in creative time whenever possible. I think a lie that I tell myself is that tomorrow (you know, that magical tomorrow that somehow eludes us), I'll have more time, more money, more talent, more drive, more whatever. But the truth of the matter is, my life is RIGHT NOW. And I know that there are times when art does have to be put on the back burner. (Being pregnant and not able to stand the smell of acrylics made painting somewhat difficult!) But a lot of the time, I find myself waiting when I should be doing. Something. No matter how small.
So while I'm not going to push myself to the snapping point like I did in December, it might mean that I have some late nights hunched over a painting or textile piece like Quasimodo. Not pretty; but when I'm not creatively pursuing something, I'm simply not me.