design, deadlines and diet
It's been awhile since I had the desire to post on my blog. It might be my schoolwork is extensive right now, barely leaving me time for leisure activities. I find myself content with quiet most often, after years of raising two teen girls. This is a new time for me, as it is, for many people I meet. It's a time for making a difference. What can I give the world, in this next phase of my life?
After the dust settled from my youngest daughter's move, the start of a new semester in math, client projects that include the everyday contractor checking and purchasing....I rarely have time for cutting on my bonsai trees. Which brings me to my post theme: coming back to base central.
Don't you find that once in awhile you just have to review the whole scheme of things? I do. It is 'design' in the ultimate sense.
Let's say I have had books stacked in the corner, having not been opened in eons. If the books bother me, then it's time to move them. In doing so, I find some old letter inside a cover, or the title on a book: will spark a memory or act like a reminder to jot something down; that I may want to complete. I think whenever I organize myself, I enjoy the feeling of rememebering where I've been...and sometimes where I am going. I make my own deadlines, not just because of homework or my client projects.
I haven't been outside as much as I would like to, so I tear a tree out of a magazine and zap it, with a magnet on the front of my refrigerator. I love big pictures where you can't help but see it. I used to have a red chair on the top of my refrigerator, balancing on a stack of books where the top spindle was wedged into the ceiling just enough to hold it at a slant. My kids would always comment to their friends, not to look at'that' and then a little story about how weird their mom is. I don't mind. I've always been a bit of an odd bird. The chair was a reminder of how my kitchen was for my family and friends, and to invite them over. Clues for making life better...visual clues, for me; works.
With a balance of my own accomplishments, taking clues from what comes, I feel a freedom to discover the whole world again, like a child. It doesn't matter if my mom snubs me, or a hot shot young thing cuts me off on the road. My kids may call and forget to ask "how are you mom?", and it's really ok. I get my math test and the grade may be the lowest in the class...but guess what? I learned something. What better grade can you get for that? Maybe I'll start a diet that only lasts five days.....but who the jack-o-lantern cares? It's only me, and the best design I can muster.
Carolyn
After the dust settled from my youngest daughter's move, the start of a new semester in math, client projects that include the everyday contractor checking and purchasing....I rarely have time for cutting on my bonsai trees. Which brings me to my post theme: coming back to base central.
Don't you find that once in awhile you just have to review the whole scheme of things? I do. It is 'design' in the ultimate sense.
Let's say I have had books stacked in the corner, having not been opened in eons. If the books bother me, then it's time to move them. In doing so, I find some old letter inside a cover, or the title on a book: will spark a memory or act like a reminder to jot something down; that I may want to complete. I think whenever I organize myself, I enjoy the feeling of rememebering where I've been...and sometimes where I am going. I make my own deadlines, not just because of homework or my client projects.
I haven't been outside as much as I would like to, so I tear a tree out of a magazine and zap it, with a magnet on the front of my refrigerator. I love big pictures where you can't help but see it. I used to have a red chair on the top of my refrigerator, balancing on a stack of books where the top spindle was wedged into the ceiling just enough to hold it at a slant. My kids would always comment to their friends, not to look at'that' and then a little story about how weird their mom is. I don't mind. I've always been a bit of an odd bird. The chair was a reminder of how my kitchen was for my family and friends, and to invite them over. Clues for making life better...visual clues, for me; works.
With a balance of my own accomplishments, taking clues from what comes, I feel a freedom to discover the whole world again, like a child. It doesn't matter if my mom snubs me, or a hot shot young thing cuts me off on the road. My kids may call and forget to ask "how are you mom?", and it's really ok. I get my math test and the grade may be the lowest in the class...but guess what? I learned something. What better grade can you get for that? Maybe I'll start a diet that only lasts five days.....but who the jack-o-lantern cares? It's only me, and the best design I can muster.
Carolyn
