I've been having a low energy week, which is unusual for me. I'm used to a low energy day here and there, but a whole week? Of course, it's only Thursday, but I'm willing to call the whole week a low energy week, even if I perk back up again tomorrow.
This morning, I woke up with a scratchy throat, and I thought, hmm, maybe that's why I've been tired--maybe I've been fighting off something. Or maybe it's that last week required lots of energy, and I'm just depleted. Or maybe both.
Last night I went to dinner with the church friend that went to the Create in Me retreat with me. She reached out with the suggestion, and I was so pleased that we could find a time to meet.
We checked in with each other: how have our creative lives progressed after the retreat? Several times, my friend has baked the bread that she learned to make at the retreat. She has just completed a very successful writing month, writing every day, and being surprised and happy at how much inspiration she finds each day.
Until I thought about it this morning, I would have said that I had been struggling. And I do always feel a sense of not having enough time--I don't expect that to change, unless I lose my job. But I've been assembling a file of poems for a new collection; it doesn't sound like a project that would take a lot of time, but it has taken several afternoons. I've typed some poems for that project. I've written new poems for it.
I've also channeled some of my creative life energy into the Pentecost project that my church did: we completed 3 different projects, which I wrote about in Tuesday's post.
So let me change the story I've been telling myself. I've been having a pretty good creative time. It's no wonder I'm feeling a bit drained this week.
Let me also record something my friend talked about last night that I want to try sooner rather than later. She talked about creating a bucket list for the year. But it's a different kind of bucket list. It's comprised of things that she has always wanted to do, things that would bring her joy. So, the Create in Me retreat was on the list. Having a spa day with her sister was on the list.
I asked her how many things were on the list. She said, "Oh, about 10."
I'm a woman of lists and goals, as readers of this blog know. But lately, my lists have been sheer drudgery: scrub the walls of the cottage and see if the mold returns. Call a variety of contractors who will probably never get back to me.
My heart leapt up at the idea of a list of activities that will bring me joy. I also felt a bit of sorrow, since my first thought was one of having nothing to add to the list. But I know how to defeat that inner voice of doom. I'll make a huge list of lots of possibilities, I'll write fast, I'll write whatever bubbles up. And then, I'll choose 10.
My birthday is July 14. I'll have that list by my birthday.
feeling the feelings…
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