A few weeks ago I joined Weight Watchers. Thank heavens, my husband joined with me. After years of struggling with my weight and making excuses, I've had greater success in sticking with it just by virtue of the fact that he's doing it with me, not asking, "Can you have pizza on Weight Watchers?" in the second week. The problem is that my art is suffering. I'm so absorbed and distracted by this decades-long battle that I'm having a hard time fitting everything in to my daily routine. I got a friendly poke from my beloved cyber buddy today to remind me that I can't let the art go by the wayside.
A few days ago, I started to sketch out some ideas, mentally and on paper, for the next figurative piece. I thought about internal structure and decided to head to Home Depot for some materials. It was quite amusing that with all of the times that I've been there and could actually have used help finding something, the one time I go for "art materials" is when I have someone asking me every two aisles if they can help me find something. One guy heard me talking to an offerer-of-help when I was having a tough time finding a particular wire and he took me to exactly what I needed. It was on the very end of the very last aisle I'd checked and in an area I would have avoided entirely, so thank heavens for eavesdroppers!
Tomorrow I get out the wire cutters, clay and crank up the iTunes. Thanks, Debbie, for the teeny poke/reminder. You help me more than you know. I need to focus on what makes me happiest, and I've been losing sight of that lately.
