Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Inspiration does not always strike at the most opportune moments.
I had been mulling something over for a while but wasn't sure where, if anywhere, it was going. I don't even know if I can call it mulling. It was just there, floating around inside my head. Then, while taking a shower this morning, a couple of ideas collided and I felt inspired/motivated. Jumped out of the shower, got dressed, quickly ensured the boys were half-heartedly getting dressed themselves and then ran downstairs. When I should have been getting breakfast ready, I was working on something entirely unrelated to breakfast. I knew I only had a couple of minutes so i worked quickly, getting a rough idea of where this project was headed. Then I started thinking about how I could fit this into the day. A minute here, a couple of minutes there, maybe this evening. And then something kind of unheard of happened.
I focused. I focused on the day itself, on the projects to which I had already made a commitment. Then I put the crochet hook and felt acorns on the table and I walked upstairs to the kitchen. That idea will still be there in a few months. It's not going anywhere. I realized if I chose to follow the idea at this moment, like the siren's song, it would lead me to no good. I would like to think I'm stronger than Odysseus' men and stronger than Odysseus himself. I certainly don't need to tie myself to the mast of a ship. I can just come back another time, a time when I can give the idea the time it needs.
Instead I'm going to focus on my latest obsession -- handmade beauty products. Yep, more puttering. This time I'm working on an all natural facial scrub.
Admittedly, it doesn't look very appetizing but it does feel awfully nice on the skin.
So you see, I closed my ears to one siren's song while dancing right into the arms of another.