Wow, do I feel compelled to write lists when I feel like my life is out of control? I should make a list about that. But first, today’s list:
List #1: Woe is me
- I am fat and out of shape
- My desk is a mess
- I’m not making enough art
- I feel vacant at my job
- I hate commuting 2 hours a day
- I hate that my studio is so far away
- I hate the parking situation in my neighborhood
- I’m angry I broke my scooter
- I want to spend more quality time with my husband by making music but I’m afraid of being a musical failure
- “I just wanna go home and get knocked up”
- I have complete control over my life and my happiness
- I am making compromises in my life because it serves my long term goals
- my dastardly impatience always gets in my way
- If I feel fat, I need to exercise
- If I want to make music with Tom, I should make time
- I’m afraid if I don’t keep myself happy all the time, I will be a bad wife
- I don’t think I can focus hard on getting out of debt and stay happy while doing it
- If I need to make more art, I should stop making these gawdawful lists and go make a drawing
List #2: Suck it up
- The economy is in the crapper and I should work as much as possible while I can
- I will always have to make compromises to fit art into my life, so I better get used to it now
- Many of my friends are out of work, and probably think I’m a brat
- I think I’m a brat
- When I was your age, we had to walk uphill 2 miles carrying huge bushels of rotten, maggoty meat, with nothing covering our feet but the crust from our own bloody tears
- Find happiness in the every day
- Tom thinks you are a great wife, just don’t screw it up
- Clean your desk, you lazy slob