Almost done despite despair; looking toward the music again

I think I made reference before - when I started this blog - to the fact that I’m trying to focus more on creativity in order to help uproot what’s been a growing sense of intense unhappiness. This was, in fact, precipitated by specific events, most noticeably being laid off from my day job and experiencing a significant loss of relationship. Well, I received word the other day that yet another person on whom I have long depended, and whom I have long cherished, is about to relocate in a matter of weeks. I might still be able to keep in contact with her across the distance but the relationship will be completely different.  She’s been my massage therapist for four and a half years; her touch was what finally motivated me to take seriously my formerly idle daydreams of working as a massage therapist, and thus actually get myself a worthwhile career.  She’s been a mentor and a crucial healing influence in my life…and now a little more of the stability I so badly needed is gone. So when I found out, I did what any sane person would do…I bought fabric paint. It took me a good two days to unpack it and do anything with it but I finally managed to.

The marotte now has gently happy eyes and eyebrows to complement his uproarious laugh. I’ve also found that as the stuffing has settled a bit inside the handle, which is also soft-sculpture, the marotte has taken on a look of throwing his head back laughing - a pleasant little surprise. I have to wait until the last of the scarves I ordered comes in so that I can put them under the collar, but I think I even know approximately how I’ll be arranging those. I’ll be watching my mailbox closely this week.

As usual I didn’t even get especially close to finishing up the “have to” side of my daily to-do list today. My cabin is still an absolute wreck and I haven’t even put away the laundry that I did on Friday. The hand wash still sits waiting to be done, the Christmas shopping is no further along than yesterday, and the documentation for my own fledgling business is still needing updates. Nevertheless, the day is almost gone, so one way or the other it’s time to look at the more inherently satisfying side of the to-do list. I haven’t picked up my guitar in a week and a half, so someone suggested that I set my sights on revisiting a local open stage this week which I previously very much enjoyed. I think she’s on the right track. So, off I go to practice guitar and work up a set list.