Ugh. Work today just felt like work, a yet-to-be-resolved scheduling conflict looms ever closer, an evening bike ride spent dodging runners and swarms of tiny flies left me more rather than less stressed, and my racing mind wasn’t listening to me when I told it that everything will be okay. Which it will, but sometimes that’s just not enough.
Today was a day that nearly put the “nearly” in “nearly daily doodles.” Instead, I decided to embrace the “doodles.” I may add some color to this at some point, but for now it’s here as a reminder that five minutes on the couch pen-in-hand can pay dividends.
Speaking of dividends, strange background story on the order of operations of this post: I wrote the first paragraph before sitting down to sketch, then sat down to sketch, then post-doodle, as I was writing the second paragraph, Madison came in to tell me that an email had come through resolving our unduly stressful scheduling conflict. And while I place my faith in “coincidence” over “signs” or “fate,” I would be remiss to skip the lesson in this rather tidy sequence of events.
On a related but opposite note, I should add that this upcoming week is fairly crazy (see aforementioned scheduling conflict), and may demand that I actually follow through with wielding the “nearly.” Pen-in-hand five-minutes-on-the-couch dividends aside, I did include the “nearly” for a reason, so, as I think I’ve said on this blog before, “sorry I’m not sorry.”
September 28, 2015.
