Time is too elastic, and chores are taking ages, the list getting ever longer. Will I get into the studio this weekend? Only if I can squeeze and pinch time in the right places and leave an open pocket of space to myself/making.
Then sometimes with time on my hands I procrastinate and do not go to the studio. I like to think that that is when ideas are brewing and need more time to ferment. Or maybe I just enjoy maintaining a state of yearning to be elsewhere? Sometimes it is this feeling that pushes me to be productive.
I did not intend to write about this battle with time and creativity and procrastination, but at the moment, despite myself, it feels like the main thing. But sometimes, for me, the act of saying something out loud like this signifies a shift and change in pattern, or behaviour. maybe…
