New Directions

It's been kind of a quiet day. Two of the docs that I do work for are out of the office at a conference, so I haven't received any transcription work today. That's cool, my latest invoice is my biggest yet (not all that big, but each one has been bigger than the previous, so that's good). Here in my part of Colorado, the last few days were downright balmy, but today something blew through, and I've got the heater back on. Been overcast all day, just has that kind of "rainy day, bowl of soup, good book, nap" kind of feeling.

I did something today I've never done before. Well, two things, actually. I enquired about possbily writing for another blog, This Lesbian's Life, and I submitted a photo of my wyfe and I on our wedding day for a "hottest kiss" contest on A Lesbian's Life.
http://www.alesbianslife.com/

Now, that is a huge step for me. Submitting the photo, I mean, not so much the lesbian or the wife part. Just putting a photo of me "out there" is something I would never have done even a few years ago. Additionally, I would probably have never even asked about becoming a blogger, or whatever. Too busy, wouldn't have thought I was "good enough", what have you.

I'm trying to work on my creativity, to let it flow in through different windows, take different directions. When most people say "creativity" I think they kind of limit it to some kind of artwork or "crafty" kind of thing, and I feel like creativity sort of imbues one's whole life, whether it's figuring out what to have for dinner (and omygod I just realized I have to take something out of the freezer!!! BRB) Ha! see that was true, really DID forget to take what I planned on making for dinner out of the freezer. Thank goodness for writing this blog, eh?

But, creativity. It's not just about painting or woodworking, or whatever kind of "crafty" thing you can come up with. Work can be very creative, organizing your daily schedule can be creative, whatever you choose to do in life can be creative. We are all creating our lives, each day, whether conscious of our choices or not. Still we create. As humans, I believe that we can't NOT create, even when we do so in a perceived negative way, such as "creating chaos". Isn't chaos what order comes out of? And you know, if that's the case, Iraq should be the most ordered place in the universe in about 1,000 years! HA!

So, anyway, digressing as usual, I'm finding that I want to move into new areas. Writing/blogging for another "entity" would be great for that. I'd get outside topics to expound and pronounce on. I might or might not get feedback, but that's OK. I'm cutting out all kinds of pictures from magazines. I have a blank wall right next to my desk. My beautiful, creative wyfe put drywall up over the bare concrete foundation in my basement office, and even though I picked out paint, etc., it hasn't moved me yet to paint it. Of course, I will admit that not wanting to move all the computer cords, etc. and the table she made me to put all my files, reference books, etc. on have had a big part in that, too. But, I used that paint to paint my meditation room, and while I like it there, I'm not sure if it is the right color for what I want here in the office. SOOO, I'm thinking collages, metallic paint, possibly even Venetian plaster, what have you. I'm sure it's driving her nuts, as she wants projects done and over, and I'm more in a kind of, "well, I'm still looking at it, not sure how this grabs me" kind of phase. Luckily, as I said, I'm in the basement and out of directly line of sight!!

So, that's another direction--decorating, making art--for me, that is new, as I've never considered myself terribly "artsy". I LOVE art, I just don't DO art, if that makes sense. But I CAN do it if I want to. I know I can, and that's a good thing. It won't win any prizes, but if I'm happy with it on my blank wall, that's all that matters.

Go forth and create something today!

Blessings,

Crone

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