All of a sudden I feel as though I am being deluged by deadlines. The proverbial tunnel with the light at the end? Feeling like an on-coming locomotive.
(The above photo is inside a beehive burner looking upwards - taken by Doug a few years ago at the railway museum - but feels right for today's post.)
As usual my request list at the library has entered into the 'feast' phase - after weeks of waiting for a number of new titles from my fav authors, suddenly they are arriving. We won't discuss the number of books I own and therefore have no due date.
Each day I arise, determined to jump on the daily tasks and each day I move about as quickly as a sloth. My energy seems to arrive around noon and disappear by 4 pm. If I don't get into the studio during those hours I get nothing done down there. Or anywhere else.
Add to that other tasks awaiting me and it feels like I am accomplishing very little at all with several things about to go critical in the next few days.
And yet, here I sit at the computer, ignoring what really needs to be done.
Back to my usual coping strategy I guess. Make a list. Start crossing them off, one at a time.
Currently reading The Secret Place by Tana French