My next art show is January 20th. My spring semester starts January 9th. I’m not prepared for either.
If I could give up washing dishes, laundry, walking the dog, and parenting, I might feel okay with these dates–and I might not have this headache.
But no pixie is going to sprinkle my apartment with magic dust and announce, “You now have the gift of extra time!”
Bills will not pay themselves. (Shocking, isn’t it?)
I don’t need to live in a spotless apartment (please, never stop by unannounced), but I do rather like eating off clean plates and wearing clothes that don’t smell. (I’m a conformist.)
The thing I’ve learned about art shows (at least, my art shows) is that they do not pay for themselves. From a budget perspective they are foolish endeavors… why go through all the bother?
I know plenty of people who when deciding where to live and what to study and what job to take look at the money. They have a lifestyle they want (above the basic food-and-shelter), and they act accordingly. Often these people have lovely houses in nice neighborhoods and they do things like take trips and go shopping for new clothes.
When I’m in these people’s houses I feel I’m from another planet and my brain is incapable of figuring out how these people manage it. They have matching furniture in the living room!
Okay, I’m rambling when I’ve got plenty of work to do.
If you know how to juggle everything and live like a grown up, please let me in on the secret.