focus

you are a book for me to read
familiar lines that I read on and on

you are a film for me to see
a string of frames that just goes on and on and on

and of the places that I've been
familiar faces that go on and on

you are a song for me to sing
a string of verses that goes on and on and on
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Time is just zipping by. Work has been a mouthful lately, I keep digesting it but mouth is getting tired of chewing. I know it's not going to last like this forever, I'm just not a big fan of marathons. Figuratively and literally. Each day ends with more piles and categories of "things to do" with me sitting wide-eyed in my chair. I scoot back a few feet to take it all in and have to take a deep breath before sliding back to the keyboard. Yes, this complaint is not new but it's definitely hit a new level since July. Really looking forward to a few weeks from now, where I have slated some time to re-org, when I can piece things apart without massive looming deadlines.

One good thing to come of this is I've learned to force the downtime. Working on weekends is rare now, thank god. When I go home I haven't been using the laptop for much else besides listening to music and the occasional Fug check. (ha!) So I'm getting back to the things that were stashed away in my beloved art closet (which is now bellowing out into the living room - joys!) Sometimes it's just drawing after dinner and sometimes I get elbow-deep in crafting with my sewing machine but I'm pushing it more. And I like it more. Turning things around so my work is work and it's not driving my creative side. Too much computer time drains the whimsey from my mind. I get great ideas that end up sitting on a piece of paper, stuck in a book. I'm sorry, mr. Idea.

Back to finishing off this contest piece so I can go home and do some of what I just wrote about. Woo!