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Posted by Jenn Greenleaf Sep 2, 2009 |
Last night, my husband and my nephew ran to Lowe’s to pick up some things for one of my husband’s jobs right before our three little ones went to sleep. After I tucked them in, I settled in with a magazine and chick flicks. They didn’t return from the little excursion until around 9:30pmish or so . . . meaning I had one and a half hours to myself . . . and, for some reason, working in my art journal never occurred to me.
What’s wrong with me?
I complain all the time about wishing for a free and uninterrupted moment, one where I can work on something for ME without feelings of guilt or like I’m going to be pulled off the project at any moment. This opportunity presented itself last night. Whoops, missed that opportunity for creativity!! I could make a thousand excuses as to why, but I won’t. I’ll just leave it to the fact that my muse must’ve called it a night early, too!!