Sept. 20, 2002
I’ve made a lot of decisions lately – the best? To go into hibernation.
With too much time being spent away from home, a continuous flow of guests and an unbalance of energy, I’ve come to realise that if I just think that I won’t do anything more for awhile it doesn’t stop me. I have to declare it.
The last of my guests are arriving this weekend but after that, I’m accepting no one, save an afternoon latte with a friend once in awhile. If people need to me to visit, I’ll kindly tell them I can’t until next year. Any new projects to start I’ll have to decline until I have a firm hold on all the ones I have now. I’m declaring myself a homebody – I need to.
Doing so doesn’t mean that I’ll only be working – on the contrary. Taking time off from others gives me more time to myself – something I haven’t had for over a year. Instead of cleaning the flat for company, I can spend it reading. Instead of taking several hours to drive somewhere, I can paint. Instead of recovering from an overload of information, I can concentrate on my work. With the freedom to put myself out there, I went overboard.
It’s like a kid in a candy store – your first trip in you want it all and only after you make yourself sick do you realise moderation is the key.