A Year To Get Things Done
“Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.”
~ Les Brown
Sounds lofty and ambitious, doesn’t it?
So much can be accomplished in one year… so much time can also be squandered. Yesterday, I went to MAWA, and their Mother Artist meeting, held on the first Wednesday of every month.
It was very inspiring. The lady who led the discussion for the session turned out to be someone I went to university with. Her gallery is opening today at 7pm, and runs until Oct 15th. If you are in the area and find the opportunity to go, I would urge you to support a local artist.
So the idea is to learn how to set and achieve some lofty goals… I admit, I am setting the bar high and already I am feeling the squeeze without lifting a finger towards art. (Perhaps because there are some other unwritten goals that didn’t make the KISS list)
I have a painting that has been commissioned, meaning I have money in hand whenever I want it badly enough. I would certainly like to get it done in a reasonable time frame, as it has sat for a month which is pitiful. I need to finish buying framing supplies, and then the masterpiece can begin.
I’d also like to work on my portfolio, which demands a routine to be able to produce one. Those are The Big Things.
The (not so) small things would be to sell art at KeyCon since it’s local, and participate in a couple of events at my younger daughter’s school. As fantasy art has been requested, one act will beget the other.
Taking care of my health would be another. The fight between Art or Exercise is already vexing. My other dilemma is that I just found MAWA and my soul craves like-minded individuals. I created a conflict of interest with that by accident, and need to fix that. Stat.
The last note of importance to me, is to continue to chronicle it all. I have work I want to show and share… but I don’t want to just write every day for the sake of it, you know? I want to show measured progress when I write. I want to manage more than just that… I want content here, too.
I want my little ‘home’ here to be… home. Well loved, and a natural extension of me. So far yet, we don’t quite intermesh.
So may the next twelve months be better than the last twelve. May I see progress in all fronts. :)
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