Passage

It seems I've reached a season of transition.

After taking the volunteer position I was initially overwhelmed; those few working hours dominated the entire week. This seemed to confirm my fear that a job would hinder creative endeavours.

But since January I've settled into the groove. Not only that, I adopted my largest project in years: desktop publishing a chapbook with the goal, which I achieved, of raising enough money to buy a camera.

The job seems to have catalyzed this outcome. My free time has become more productive. At times my energy has been outright obsessive. I don't mind.

The problem is I've neglected some good habits. I haven't been washing dishes, cooking or eating properly. My office has become too disorderly for me to launch another project, and recently my morning pages have lapsed. I need to refocus the energy quickly.

Another positive development: since the cognitive therapy group ended, I've continued meeting informally with two people. We're forming a fertile friendship. Last night I told them the problem and gave myself homework: to clean the apartment by next Thursday.

I did the bathroom this morning, and plan to tackle the kitchen tonight. A little accountability is wonderful.


Canada goose

Two photos, three worlds

These were both taken along the Eramosa River yesterday, and are unedited, but something is wrong with one of them. What is it?


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