Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Time flies (and a touch of creative ADD)

photo credit: dictybloke @ flickr
Has it seriously been over a month since my last post here?  Shameful. Really.  It's not because I have nothing to say.  It's not because I've been too lazy (ok, maybe just a little), but I've been busy: crocheting, scrapbooking, cleaning and organizing, schlepping the kiddos around, testing (this one's top secret, sorry), and just doing the general living thing.  And time is not my friend lately.  It's too easy to get lost in a sea of blogs bouncing around from one to the next, or surfing for songs at Playlist (check out all the new tunes I've added to mine--lots of new-loved artists!), or researching html gobbledy-gook to make my blog look better, or adding some layouts to the CK gallery (that's how I spent the better part of tonight).  It's all too easy, and then I look up at the clock to find that it's nearly midnight, or it's already time to fetch Maddox from school.  Yes, time is not my friend lately.  There's simply too much to do and not enough time to do it all in.

And as if that wasn't enough, I can't seem to focus on any one project.  I want to do it all--mobiles, flowers, embroidery, sewing, scrapbooking, photo organizing, blogging, designing, cardmaking, crocheting, banners.  All of it.  And often I find myself flitting from one thing to the next and really accomplishing absolutely nothing at all.  Not to mention the utter disarray of my stUdio.  A fabric drawer partially dumped on the floor--an organizing session derailed.  A slew of projects and scraps strewn across my work surface.  A rug littered with pens, papers, thread, and itty bitty bits of paper.  Yup, I am an utter and complete mess.

Someday I'll get back on top of things.  Someday.  But for now, I'll just sit here at my computer, listening to my tunes, and dreaming about what I want to be when I grow up (that's a post for another day!). 

Here's a line from a Jason Mraz song that I really like: What a beautiful mess this is, It's like picking up trash in dresses.  And I'll just leave you with that.