I figure a day of staying in and letting the muse be in charge might not be the norm and, sure enough, yesterday I need to drag myself back into the “real world.”
Jazzercise at 8 in the morning? I want to stay in my nice warm bed. But an hour of moving around to music gives me energy. Muse, is that you?
A 10 o’clock appointment with my financial adviser doesn’t sound real exciting. What do I need with a financial adviser? She asks what’s new with me and I start babbling. Telling her my dreams. She listens and asks questions and suggests some tweaking to my annuities, taking some of the worry of future finances. Is Terry a friend of my muse?
Then a quick run to Target for a planner for the new year…and thirty minutes of dawdling through the arts and crafts aisles. Muse?
Ah, back at home to finish the new Barbara Kingsolver book, Flight Behavior. (Highly recommended) But somewhere in the middle of butterflies and cultural diversity I realize I’m not making art.
Was about my new year’s resolution?
I climb out of my recliner, pick up my camera and head to the writing room.
Here’s some art I made…just not recently. Today is art appreciation day.
My new year’s resolution is to pay attention. My muse is everywhere.
I’m not in control of my muse. My muse does all the work. Ray Bradbury