No matter who you are, it’s hard not to feel a personal transition each time you witness summer fade away and start preparing for the impending cold weather. I remember sitting on my front stoop in Florida in the middle of October and having a “whoa” moment as I realized that it was autumn. My favorite season had become unrecognizable to me, drenched in the persistent heat and humidity of the south.
Experiencing the seasons was something that our family was looking forward to coming home to when we moved back to Massachusetts, and every year I find myself appreciating the opportunity it gives me to note the passing of time, thinking about where the last three months have taken us and contemplating what the next few (or six, in the case of winter) months will bring. With winter staring us down after our Halloween Nor’easter, I’m already finding myself anxious about Christmas plans, New Year’s Resolutions (both business and personal), and strategies to survive the long winter.
How does one prepare for the holiday hubbub, the usual business that needs to be taken care of, and also grow and elevate life beyond the daily grind? This has been my new challenge. Now that I have mastered the highest levels of spirit-crushing productivity, I have resolved to take advantage of some of the results of that productivity–extra free time and a finished basement–and create a space separate from my office and every other place in our house that is overrun with toys and within reach of grabby toddlers. In this space I would really love to get back into some actual hands-on artwork.
Before I became a business owner and a mother, art played a huge role in my life. Watercolor, oils, pastels, collages and sculpture, all relics of my past life. As spread thin as I felt in my college days, I always made time for art in some capacity. Eventually that manifested its way to graphic design, and ever since then I’ve had a monogamous art relationship with Photoshop. Well, I’m sorry, Photoshop, it’s me, not you. I want to see other peop–um, media. Very simply, I need to explore other outlets. I’ve had a slab of wax in my basement for five years and it’s begging for some molding.
Right now my five-year-old has more focused artistic time than I do, and that realization, among others, has pushed me to get back to the basics of who I am (or once was) as a creative person. So on that note, I’m going to get off of my computer and get to it.
Enjoy these last moments of fall, friends!