I have been thinking about a breather for a while and I alluded to things I’d felt I had left behind in a short tweet/fb status the other day and online and realworld friends added some words too. Why is it so hard to stop and breath, sometimes I think I have forgotten to relax, there is always a stack of admin, things to manage, deadlines to meet. I become involved in projects, support other people (and am supported by my friends too) so in this post I want to shout out to some of the people who replied to me that day.
Here is an amalgamation of words that were used:
Really identify with this one,It’s hard to keep everything bobbing along…I think I’m starting to drown; I know I’m really struggling to keep above the surface which is a shame because I have some wonderful ideas but far too little time, working, earning, being a mum, making, designing, keeping house, just keeping up is hard, big love to everyone else in the working-too-hard camp. i pulled two all-nighters in the past fortnight. crazy times, and i don’t bounce back from these 36 hr stints like i used to! Yes I too can relate to this sentiment. Knitting, stained glass windows, allotment, swimming, painting, have all fallen by the wayside due to work, commuting, band things (tho this is of course good), eating, sleeping, trying to stop the house turning into a zoo…..etc. It’s a whirlwind of activity!
So after a month of school holidays where we’ve been working festivals every weekend, planning for the next year, writing reports and then doing the everyday work and home stuff too, I just want to step back a little and have a cup of virtual tea with these guys:
Felix: sound maker, storer, knitter, collector, creator, originator and almost done on her PHD, her blog is inspiring
Sarah: makes me smile, her dress sense, work, musicality, creativity, her sounds (I must really like sounds more than I thought), you can see one of her bands here, Dolly and The Clothes Pegs and a short movie we made about Dolly and The Clothes Pegs the other weekend.
Lisa-Marie: she always manages to email/ text at the right time, like a perfect spirit, maker and keeper of gorgeous things, gives so much of her time, see her things here and read about her beautiful life more here
The Outcasts: they keep me on the straight and narrow, they listen, take part, give advice, share the load, make me laugh and smile, are a bunch of maniacs who survive on a couple of fig rolls, go on mad trips in cars full of yarn, knit phallic looking objects because I say it’s the right things to do, make tea, help keep jelly house. They can be found hanging out here. Read all about them, they make me giggle..
So I am gratuitously stealing this picture from one of the Outcasts, Wildfennel because it sums it all up really (apologies B)
We need to reclaim our time and find time for more cups of tea.