As I write, it's the 6th of January which means back to work and real life. The mister headed into the office for the first time this year. I've pulled out my brand new day book (is there anything as motivating as an untouched notebook), and been kicking goals since 7. I've just pulled down the Christmas tree, removed all the command hooks, vacuumed and rearranged, and my living room already feels so much brighter and fresher.
Last year, I had my card-a-day project (which I hope to wrap up today and blog tomorrow!), but I'm not planning to continue it into this year. I am contemplating an illustrated journal, of sorts, part sketchbook, part diary. I'm not sure. Maybe this is the point I confess I feel somewhat adrift, in a way I normally don't this time year. I'm ticking off the big stuff, and making progress at restoring order and rhythm. But I'm not finding a project grabbing in in the way I normally expect in January.
And you know what, that's ok. It's a season, It will pass. I've had an exhausting couple of months, and have some big stuff coming down the pipe in the next few weeks. For now, I will be content with finishing a couple of things and clean my room and see what mojo falls out. Rest is an important part of the creative process, even when it comes at a time the noise around us says we should be elbow deep in productivity ad motivation.
This year, I'm allowing myself a slow start.
