just a moment of emo, thx
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This weekend was my first time visiting Open Studios, ever. I never wandered around it before trying to exhibit, and then later I got caught up in my crazy portrait experiment. But I needed a year off. I flirted with this last year, taking an hour to go visit Vernon Street with
longueur, and this year I just took the whole damn weekend. And it was great! I finally saw the Museum of Modern Renaissance, and Hilary Scott's house, and
miss_chance's studio. I got ideas upon ideas, which is (oddly) what I've been missing. I'm trying to hit my art reset button. I still love portraits - but I need to do something deeper, or bigger, than what I have been doing. What? I don't know.
I'm needing to hit a lot of reset buttons, recently. I'm closer to the edge than I like to be: less generous, less flexible, less crazy. It feels like being on the cusp of a Big Change. It feels like a growth spurt looks like, when my kid goes through them. Suddenly everything is huge; tomorrow, maybe I'll be someone else. I worry, of course, that in the meantime I'm shortchanging everyone and everything: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Thank you for being here, and listening, even when I'm hiding under a blanket, even when I'm crying in the cleaning-supplies aisle of Rite-Aid for no reason.
I went on a solo bike ride Saturday morning. This is the first time in years that I've set out on a ride just for the sake of riding. I had a course planned - just a simple 50-55 miles - and I thought, this'll be great. I can be back by noon, and I'll feel super accomplished. But after only about 10 miles, my traitorous ankles started acting up. I had to stop by the side of the road and stretch, and massage, and snack, and stretch some more, and set my sights lower. After about 14 miles, I had to stop again. More stretching, more snacking, more scaling back. In the end, it was just under 30 miles. I should be proud - a healthy ride! Hours of biking! I iced my ankles afterward and then took a nap. It was good for me - a good start. But I guess I can't ride 60 miles cold, anymore. No matter; I'll do what I can. I'll try again. I'll be good to myself, and keep trying, because I had forgotten how quiet and meditative hours-long rides can be. But: why can't I hold everything at once? There is so much, and really hardly any me at all.
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I'm needing to hit a lot of reset buttons, recently. I'm closer to the edge than I like to be: less generous, less flexible, less crazy. It feels like being on the cusp of a Big Change. It feels like a growth spurt looks like, when my kid goes through them. Suddenly everything is huge; tomorrow, maybe I'll be someone else. I worry, of course, that in the meantime I'm shortchanging everyone and everything: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Thank you for being here, and listening, even when I'm hiding under a blanket, even when I'm crying in the cleaning-supplies aisle of Rite-Aid for no reason.
I went on a solo bike ride Saturday morning. This is the first time in years that I've set out on a ride just for the sake of riding. I had a course planned - just a simple 50-55 miles - and I thought, this'll be great. I can be back by noon, and I'll feel super accomplished. But after only about 10 miles, my traitorous ankles started acting up. I had to stop by the side of the road and stretch, and massage, and snack, and stretch some more, and set my sights lower. After about 14 miles, I had to stop again. More stretching, more snacking, more scaling back. In the end, it was just under 30 miles. I should be proud - a healthy ride! Hours of biking! I iced my ankles afterward and then took a nap. It was good for me - a good start. But I guess I can't ride 60 miles cold, anymore. No matter; I'll do what I can. I'll try again. I'll be good to myself, and keep trying, because I had forgotten how quiet and meditative hours-long rides can be. But: why can't I hold everything at once? There is so much, and really hardly any me at all.
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Date: 2014-05-05 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-05 06:47 pm (UTC)I am terrible at this exact thing -- my totalitarian nature hates getting back on the horse -- and therefore admire this about you. I hope the growing is as easy and fruitful as it can be.
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Date: 2014-05-05 06:52 pm (UTC)This is my way of saying, I know some of what you are going through. I've been feeling brittle and burnt out. I've been doing more bingey eating (something I don't do usually at all). And I know that the way forward is taking care of myself, taking baby steps, getting up again when I fall, and being gentle with myself. But it is hard to do so. Every time I fall I wonder how I'm going to get back up this time.
So I'm listening too. And I am hearing you. I'm glad you are working through these things and being kind to yourself.
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Date: 2014-05-05 06:53 pm (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2014-05-05 06:54 pm (UTC)I feel so much this.
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Date: 2014-05-05 10:24 pm (UTC)I feel like some parts of my brain are almost being re-arranged, and I don't even know where they will eventually settle. I have some hints of the shape, but the process really *does* feel just like the disorientation my kids have in growth spurts.
And I suspect no-one can really hold everything at once all of the time, maybe not even most of the time; it just sometimes looks like they can from the outside.
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Date: 2014-05-06 04:05 am (UTC)This is pretty much all I know...
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Date: 2014-05-05 10:27 pm (UTC)I guess I can't ride 60 miles [≈ width of the Bering Strait] cold, anymore
which, at least to me, put a bit of a different perspective on the situation.
i wish you the best! i hope you can take away from that ride more of the "set out on a ride just for the sake of riding", and less of the "i can't do as much as i think i should".
-steve
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Date: 2014-05-06 08:54 pm (UTC)I am definitely mostly in the "good" camp regarding that ride, and everything. I just needed to write it down to give myself that slack, I think.
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Date: 2014-05-05 11:49 pm (UTC)Oh, yes.
Sounds like a lot of people are going through this. Maybe we should have a "meet the new me!" party in a couple of months.
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Date: 2014-05-06 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-06 01:04 am (UTC)Thank you for putting this into words.
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Date: 2014-05-06 01:19 am (UTC)This. I realize that there are so many obligations that I no longer sing or dance or do those things that defined me before. And my coworkers have never been to a Shakespeare reading, and wouldn't know what to do with one if invited, and are surprised when I mention such things.
Someday soon I need to be myself again.
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Date: 2014-05-06 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-06 04:10 am (UTC)*assumes I don't have point out the irony in this statement?* :)
just a simple 50-55 miles
You're funny.
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Date: 2014-05-06 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-05-06 03:55 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see who you become next, and how your art evolves. I'm also happy to hide under a blanket with you, if that part of growing ever wants quiet company.
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Date: 2014-05-06 08:52 pm (UTC)And I will take you up on that blanket-hiding.
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Date: 2014-05-06 05:07 pm (UTC)What's fantastic is that you are open about it, and communicate what and when you need to change something -- so people who care about you know to give you the buffer space.
Every once in a while you just need to surround yourself with beautiful things.