The second best thing I did for myself this January was start going to a personal trainer. (The first, of course, was Ira.) It’s been about five months now, and I can’t fathom how much stronger and happier I feel. The key, of course, is consistency, and that’s where I tend to fall down. This morning, my trainer had to cancel because his allergies were so bad. “That’s no problem!” I thought. “I can go and do my thing on my own! I love the rowing machine!”
Reader, I am sure it won’t surprise you to hear that instead, I am typing this in my PJs from bed. The same thing seems to be happening this week with my index cards. Over Memorial Day Weekend, a super dear friend came to visit and we probably walked 30 miles or more, if her FitBit is correct. Then I wound up having a bunch of mid-afternoon appointments in Manhattan during the week, and now it’s Thursday and I’ve barely touched my art supplies.
Of course, that hasn’t stopped me from buying more. I have a cheap set of gouache paints that I’m really excited to play with; last night, my cousin was in town, so I took her to my favorite art supply store and left with a set of stamps, which I’d been thinking about lately. And of course, there’s always collage! As ever, thanks to the U.S. Postal Service for its vital role in that.
Mostly, I am trying not to feel guilty about it. Being a perfectionist has always been a fun part of my life (Narrator: It has not), but it’s possible to fall into a break and realize it’s needed, as well as understandable and fine. Good things are happening outside my normal routine, so if that’s the cause of the interruption, I’ll take it. Back at it soon — so many new things to try!
An update: I am adding in image descriptions only just now, at 10:05 p.m.
Okay, back into it tomorrow, friends. If you want to watch these come out day by day, here’s the Twitter thread where they all live. Thanks for stopping by, and catch you on the flip side.