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I've been morning my lack of downtime lately.
2009 proved to be an incredibly productive year as far as my resume is concerned. Yet, creatively, I've felt more hollow than I'd like.
It's not that I've felt writers block or anything of that sort, its just I've been so busy doing one piece of work or another that not only is my day dreaming time lacking, but also my creative writing time. That I would use to make poems or work on a play.
This blog post I stumbled upon at productiveflourishing.com today is yet another in a series of reminders that a little slacking can be a good thing.
How Being Busy Means Not Being CreativeDuring your life, you’ll have had ideas come to you at the most unexpected times, often when your mind isn’t on anything in particular. Whatever does it for you – country walks, long baths, meditation, exploration, daydreaming – there’s a fair chance that, when you’re busy, those gaps of time get crushed out of your life.
I'm thrilled (and nervous) to be producing the Hot Toddy Cabaret this month, but at the same time, there's a part of me desperate to get back into a world of my own making. The NeoVaudeville presentation was a fantastic stretch an autodidactic growth opportunity. Insomniac Salad in September was a blast, but ... I need to slip into that dangerously lost world of my own interrupted imagination and make time to record the results. Spring marks the time when I will return to myself. -ag
I'm thrilled (and nervous) to be producing the Hot Toddy Cabaret this month, but at the same time, there's a part of me desperate to get back into a world of my own making. The NeoVaudeville presentation was a fantastic stretch an autodidactic growth opportunity. Insomniac Salad in September was a blast, but ... I need to slip into that dangerously lost world of my own interrupted imagination and make time to record the results.
Spring marks the time when I will return to myself.
-ag
I was wondering how long it would take our dear AFP to respond to the last couple of weeks in a blog as opposed to the uncollected twitters she didn't hold back.
I was a little annoyed with how far overboard she went in explaining she doesn't watch TV or Movies. She knows who Roberty Downey Jr. and Quentin Tarantino are just not what's going on now. And good for her. Surely she's not trying to tell us how she's better than us because she only reads books. We know she spends a great deal of time reading about and looking at herself. But "fame whore" seems to bother her just a little.
I don't mean to be annoyed. I've gone without shaving. Until I needed to get a real job -- one that supports my kids.
I was voted "most intriguing" in high school - this translates as class freak. Some kids thought I was a snob, because I didn't talk to them. It didn't occur to them that I might be shy. I took art classes, did theatre and dressed "creatively." They assumed I must be outgoing and able to express myself socially. Guess again. After all these years, I'm still a little too shy for my own good.
Anyway, this is the part of Amanda's blog that really spoke to me.
blog « amanda palmeronce you step outside the mainstream, whether you’re doing something deliberately saucy (like wearing a naked-dress) or something “normal” - but outside the beauty standard (like not shaving) - you’re going to be accused by the peanut gallery of the same thing: FAME WHORING.once again, it’s A LOT like high school. there was such a strict code of sticking to the party line, and one step outside said line could cost you your social life.most important: if you stepped outside the party line, you would be accused not only of being a weirdo, but far worse: of being weirdo DELIBERATELY to get attention.and to a certain extent, its true. you KNOW that by dressing expressively, you’re asking for grief. when you choose to do it all the same, you’re asking for a life of paradox, grey area and misunderstanding. so many of my fans know and understand this.
The sexism no one regards as sexism that is so painfully repressive. It would be nice to make a choice. It would be nice for such things not to matter. But we are a shallow people. Our fear consumes our kindess, our common sense. We make a choice to live in the world with other people or to decide their way of doing things just doesn't work for us. Then they see us judging them. Feeling sorry for them because they aren't so enlightened yet.
It is a conversation that runs in circles, finally consuming it's own tail.
I've felt more than once that truely alternative people didn't find me hard-core enough. Sorry. I guess I just pick different envelopes to push. I believe in transformation. I believe in starting fresh every day. I believe in tasting, in experimentation. I like listening. I like being able to change my mind. Who I am today is not who I will be tomorrow. I don't want a trademark burned into your memory.
Sometimes I wish compassion worked more like temperature. Hot and cold coming together, gradually bringing each other to consensus.