So at my MTA job I was bored out of my skull today. The only passing thrill I got was gossiping with the other female MTA about the two total knobs who are the other MTAs. God those guys suck donkey balls.
Anyway, my day started looking up when I got to aftercare, where our project was mask decorating today! even though I was missing a ton of kids (like, an unacceptable amount of them), we had a fun, fun time decupage-ing the masks and reviewing some of our little performance.
I was impressed with some of the mask work today, and will be taking pics so that you can marvel at them with me. I was also impressed with how low-stress I stayed throughout the day, despite so many opportunities for me to get tense and lose my shit. I think relaxing a whole ton is the secret to success, lol. Plus, letting go of my image of what these masks would\should\could look like, and allowing myself to be open to what these creative souls brought to the craft table. They did some weird and wacky stuff with mod podge and tissue paper, and seeing that creativity and imagination and FUN really renewed my spirits a mite.
So I'm thrilled to be opening a cedar falls blog, but it's making me kinda antsy too. I realize that I have to go back and re-post stuff, i get that, gotta set up the foundation before I can move on, but you have NO IDEA how much I want to share some new, never-before-seen stuff! UG! I can't WAIT!
But I keep telling myself that this is good for me, this re-visiting, re-evaluating, re-organization effort. I hope it makes a stronger project in the end. But it is simultaneously exciting and tedious at this stage of the game. Also, I can't help the vague feeling that all this effort is kinda for naught... that the one person who already reads my stuff will continue to read it no matter where or how i post it, and the others will browse and nibble but never really get hooked. And I have to find peace with that. I have to do this for me, you know? I have to have this catharsis, tell the stories that are brimming inside me, put them out into the universe without thought to who might like them and who might think they're shit, and worse--who might not even care to bother with them one way or theother.
And I do, incidentally, still really enjoy the writing. And the re-reading. and the dreaming.
I encourage you all, and i couldn't be more earnest here, to try your hand at it. It is wildly freeing. And if your skills lie in a different medium? Song-writing, photography, sculpture, comics, painting, poetry??? Then hell, just start with the prompt: Everybody has Secrets and do your thing.
It will sing and soar and scintillate!!
Much love,
Beth
Anyway, my day started looking up when I got to aftercare, where our project was mask decorating today! even though I was missing a ton of kids (like, an unacceptable amount of them), we had a fun, fun time decupage-ing the masks and reviewing some of our little performance.
I was impressed with some of the mask work today, and will be taking pics so that you can marvel at them with me. I was also impressed with how low-stress I stayed throughout the day, despite so many opportunities for me to get tense and lose my shit. I think relaxing a whole ton is the secret to success, lol. Plus, letting go of my image of what these masks would\should\could look like, and allowing myself to be open to what these creative souls brought to the craft table. They did some weird and wacky stuff with mod podge and tissue paper, and seeing that creativity and imagination and FUN really renewed my spirits a mite.
So I'm thrilled to be opening a cedar falls blog, but it's making me kinda antsy too. I realize that I have to go back and re-post stuff, i get that, gotta set up the foundation before I can move on, but you have NO IDEA how much I want to share some new, never-before-seen stuff! UG! I can't WAIT!
But I keep telling myself that this is good for me, this re-visiting, re-evaluating, re-organization effort. I hope it makes a stronger project in the end. But it is simultaneously exciting and tedious at this stage of the game. Also, I can't help the vague feeling that all this effort is kinda for naught... that the one person who already reads my stuff will continue to read it no matter where or how i post it, and the others will browse and nibble but never really get hooked. And I have to find peace with that. I have to do this for me, you know? I have to have this catharsis, tell the stories that are brimming inside me, put them out into the universe without thought to who might like them and who might think they're shit, and worse--who might not even care to bother with them one way or theother.
And I do, incidentally, still really enjoy the writing. And the re-reading. and the dreaming.
I encourage you all, and i couldn't be more earnest here, to try your hand at it. It is wildly freeing. And if your skills lie in a different medium? Song-writing, photography, sculpture, comics, painting, poetry??? Then hell, just start with the prompt: Everybody has Secrets and do your thing.
It will sing and soar and scintillate!!
Much love,
Beth
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