This past week has me working late into the night, far past the last of my family succumbing to sleepy eyelids. So I work to the chorus of melodic deep breaths filling our home. And then wake early enough to begin again. Since my phone has become attached to my hand, a constant game of checking-off the list and adding-to-it ensues.
Today, I’m recycling a post that carries the same tune I’ve been singing to this week. I’m in the ebb of lists, a time where living by them seems necessary, but I feel a creative flow coming soon.
I have a list.
I have many actually. It’s the linear part of my brain. The one that tells creativity to hush it… unless it’s the part of creativity that can keep clean (you know, unlike most creative things like painting and playdough and baking.) But it’s this linear, list-making, stacatto nature of my mind that has been in overdrive lately. I’ve always had lists. Always loved lists. But this time my pen ran along the straight lines of paper with such vigor, filling in each space as though it were water trickling over the crevices of a rocky shore, until my hand began to reach for the curl of the page, ready to welcome a second. It was then that I stopped myself. A bit over the top even by my clearly at-the-moment-left-brained standards. Apparently even in times focused on the analytical, I tend to go grand and make lists that could rival the Constitution.
And this is when I was just getting warmed up… this was just the beginning.
So, instead of rambling on about lists. Instead of listing reasons that I have a list, in my list. I’ll just leave you with this little piece of fun. My two little bundles of creative energy.
My favorite is the way she wiggles herself to a start… that and the baby laughter about halfway through.
And I apologize for the overuse of the word list in this post.
List. List. List.
If for some reason you don’t see me resurface soon, just come check under the piles of you-know-what crumpled up on my floor.
List.
Adrienne says
All my best lists have sub-points with their own lists attached. But they do absolutely keep me sane during those ‘need to find super human strength’ moments that life throws our way!!
Jenny says
I went to a movie with my sister-in-laws this week and saw a preview for, “I Don’t Know How She Does It.” The preview starts with the list…it made me laugh.
That Janie Girl says
I’m a lister, too.
I SO understand.
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