I met up with one of my undergraduate lecturers, Bettina Bair, last night for dinner, and it was a great time. We talked about all sorts of things, such as her Etsy venture and my publishing venture. We talked a lot about how we need projects to keep us going. It isn’t enough to have a job. In fact, sometimes it can be torture for us to have a job because it’s one thing that’s supposed to hold our attention for hours on end.It doesn’t cater to our passion
Being creatives, we need to be jumping around on multiple projects. We go home and we don’t sit and watch tv… or if we are watching tv, we’re doing some craft project, or checking email, or updating our websites, etc.
I likened it to a disease. We don’t know how to sit still. We don’t know how to embrace the moment. We can embrace from time to time and really enjoy it, but we’re constantly planning, making lists, looking to the future.
Yesterday I read an article about how UX professionals are some of the most unhappy, professional speaking. I can totally relate to and agree with that article. And while talking with Bettina, we came to the conclusion that because of my personality, I’m trying to determine what’s next. Not that I’m looking to change my job, of course I’m not. I’ve got it good. But I’m trying to determine how I can improve myself.
This morning I saw an article that stated creative people are easily distracted, but they make it work for them because they separate the wheat from the chaff, so to speak. That is, sure, when I hear something across the hall my attention is distracted. But if it isn’t directed at me, I go back to what I was doing. That quick respite opens a new door in the way I was thinking previously, and I try something new.
I’ve been feeling a bit low lately because my projects have been running out. I’m almost done decorating my apartment to exactly as I like it. Haunting Miss Trentwood has been out and now I’m in the marketing stage (by the way, I hate marketing). I want to begin the new book but am feeling stuck. So I have to do the next best thing: come up with little projects to fill my evenings.
When I was a child, I had this time and took it for granted. I made something new every night. One winter, I think I made thirteen dolls, all of different types, construction methods, etc. I have dreamed of those days fondly. And now that I have that time back, I’m panicking. Last night my project was to write some holiday cards and read my third book for the week. Tonight, I think it will be to finish that third book, and pick out photos to print since I have empty picture frames in my bedroom.
Anyway, as much as I love having my time back, it’s also rather intimidating.