I've mentioned before that 2014 is going to be My Year. As in, I'm going to try and break some bad habits (like listening to all that stupid negative chatter in my head) and adopt some good ones (like using my time more meaningfully).
So yesterday afternoon, after a walk around Dunham Massey involving much puddle-jumping, fresh air and photography, Joe went up for his nap and I unearthed my drawing board, dusted it off and set it up on the kitchen table.
A blank page can be a daunting thing. My primary concern is that I'll produce something rubbish and - shock, horror - waste time and a whole sheet of paper. Imagine! This no doubt explains why I've amassed so many (expensive and lovely quality) art supplies over the years and barely touched them.
Not today though. I just sat and did a little sketch. Something with my mum in mind. Turns out she's having to have much more aggressive treatment than initially planned but her prognosis is good. The treatment is tough though. So I wanted to do her a little something suggesting optimism and better times ahead.
She's always been supportive of my being creative. And I decided that, instead of the usual Sunday afternoon activity (watching TV) I'd do, create and make. I even got the watercolours out. And the expensive paper.
The time flew by. It seems that, once you just make a start, you feel motivated and inspired to carry on. The drawing board remains in the kitchen awaiting my next little session. It will be happening soon.
Getting Things Done doesn't just apply to chores and paperwork and errands. It has to include the good stuff too. And that's one of my goals for 2014: to make time for the good stuff. Another: to use things I have, not to save them and be frightened to utilise them. Pens, paper, paints: they can all be replaced. And a pad full of drawings and sketches is a whole lot more interesting than an empty one.
P.S. Yes, I have since rubbed the grubby pencil smudges off the feather picture!