To celebrate the birthday of the wonderful Robyn S-S, she and I took a road trip to the Convent Gallery in Daylesford on Thursday. This is a wonderful old building converted to art gallery/cafe and reception center. The convent chapel remains intact and is lovely.
Daylesford is a tourist town not far out of Melbourne and popular for its mineral springs and spa at Hepburn Springs. The Convent Gallery is another big drawcard, and we were keen to visit because a group of textile artists we know are having a group exhibition there at the moment. It was very inspiring - we especially loved the felt vessels and hangings from our friend Brigitte.
I will pause a moment and remind readers that, in January, Robyn organized an outing to celebrate my birthday at a real live burlesque show, having sent me off to pole dancing lessons the previous year. What does this say about her? And what does it say about me, that I should take Robyn to a convent for her birthday? Hmmmm…
All day long we talked and talked and it was so glorious to get some of those thoughts out of my head and express them to a friend. As I am pretty much a sole worker in a home-based business, I miss out on the practice of sharing and bouncing ideas off of co-workers.
“I’m feeling pulled in too many directions and probably need to re-visit my business plan,” I told Robyn. She wisely reminded me that I benefit from writing things down. “Put it on paper,” she ordered.
So yesterday was the day. I started the morning propped up in bed with a coffee, my journal, work diary and work notebook. The notebook is where I right the highly prized THINGS TO DO list. I also write name and phone numbers here, when I play back the answering machine messages, I jot notes during phone conversations, make notes when I’m researching something on the internet, etc. It is a mess. It is an important work tool.
I wrote in my journal a very long time sorting out my thoughts and feelings. It helped me get clear about quite a few things. Then I wrote up a new Things to Do list in my notebook based on real priorities for the next two months. I have some ideas for new projects that must wait till November. I gave myself permission to slow down and not expect so much from myself all at once. It was so freeing to get all this stuff out of my head and onto paper.
When I rose and dressed I had a new energy. I was in de-cluttering mode. I turned my attention to the guest bedroom, which is a sort of annex to my art studio. This is where I keep my beading and my polymer clay stuff. You may recall from a recent blog post that I shoved a bunch of books and magazines here when I decluttered the bedside table. Well now they are relegated to the appropriate bookshelves, and my beading and clay paraphernalia is all sorted and tidy. It took me all afternoon but, by gum, that guest bedroom is tidy enough that I could actually put up a guest in it, if necessary!
I went to bed physically exhausted but happy. Clutter in the head and clutter in the home and workplace - they all weigh you down.
There remains one beast left to battle in this house: my studio. Jeepers, it’s more than a jungle. It is a living, breathing organism of messiness. But as Scarlett O’Hara would say, “I’ll think about that tomorrow.”