Do you ever feel that life is like a treadmill moving at a slightly faster pace than you can run, but if you don’t keep up, you will fall flat on your face?
I have no progress to show from my studio this week. As I said in my last post, I started another part-time job, so now I have two. A great perk to the already nice job is that my son can come with me as I work. Unfortunately, he is not napping in his usual afternoon time. Poor kid is all messed up. Tonight, he fell asleep on the way home and is currently asleep in his bed with all of his clothes on (even his shoes). Also I am all messed up. We have eaten Little Caesars more than I would like to admit, have not done laundry, dishes have piled up, I have forgotten things, let friends down.
I think both me and my son like being at home, so we are tired from leaving the house four days a week. I draw my energy from being by myself at home (introvert here). So tomorrow, I will be at home all day to be my normal self and to catch up on life and art.
I leave you with this painting by Manet called “A Bar at the Folies-Bergere.” I always liked it for the composition, with the barmaid in the center of the painting, as if you have just stepped up to her bar. She looks tired, like her treadmill is moving a little fast too. I can’t compare my life to hers, I guess I can just relate to being tired and trying to juggle lots of things. Also, she looks miserable, but I am not miserable. My jobs are much nicer than being a barmaid, and I still get to do what I love in life and be with the people I love.
Here’s to tomorrow,