I’ve been trying to “put the music back” into everything I do these days. I guess that’s what prompted me to create this piece. Literally, it seems I’ve got music going all the time at the studio. I actually play a station on Pandora that is all Hawaiian music (seems a little silly, but it really helps in the winter around..especially because we’re heading there soon). I went to see “The Descendants” and I recognized many musicians on the soundtrack because I’ve been hearing them or months on my little iPhone! Funny.
I also have been trying to add “music” throughout the day by stopping to read and enjoy some tea for at least 10 minutes, or take a walk around the studio neighborhood when I need a stretch and a change of scenery. The ultimate is being able to catch up with a friend who lives far away by phone while I edit away–it always reminds me of how grateful I am to have such amazing women in my life and the sound of there voices is huge pick-me-up.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the difference between owning your own business vs. showing up for work, doing your thing and then heading home. Sometimes entrepreneurship is just a pain in the tush…sometimes I wander aimlessly in the studio trying to decide what should get my attention first. Add that to the horrid weather and the fact that I’m a pretty social person, and there can be a potential problem…that’s usually when I fantasize for a moment about having someone pay me to do what I do best and leaving all of the notes and bolts of handling everything else myself behind. But then I come back down to earth…
…and I remember why I do this in the first place.
So I can create with wild abandon whenever the mood strikes, because that truly is who I am.
I needed the flexible time to work on a million things using the talents I’ve been given. Unfortunately, organization and time management aren’t necessarily dwelling on this list, but I always manage to figure it out and get-er-done…even when I might complain about it a little.
Still juicing ’til noon and hanging in there. I tried to go as long as I could yesterday and made it ’til 4:00 and you’d think I hadn’t eaten in two weeks—scarfing air popped popcorn like that should only be done alone…yikes. I am surprised at how much green juice it takes me to get through one day. I can flat-out eat in general, so I guess it takes a lot of juice to avoid feeling like I want to bury my face a bag of Pirate Booty. This is an interesting experiment. I’d love to her anyone’s success stories on this topic.
Happy day, lovelies~