Introspection: Thoughts on Time

Time to reboot back to what is important & clear away the distractions.  Clean out the clutter & silence the noise.  Wipe the slate clean… and any other clichéd metaphor.

Somewhere along the way we lost sight, not only of our goal but of the path itself.  Dreams.  Plans.  “Maybe Someday”s.  All wandered aside.  Not really pushed, or willfully abandoned, just neglected.  Collecting dust, fading away until they were eventually forgotten.  That happens sometimes, with things, dreams, even people.  Until one day you blink and ask… “Whatever happened to _____?”  It’s a mystery, sometimes… …other time you’ve just grown beyond it.

Life has a certain hustle & bustle to it.  A current, or tide, that sweeps along.  It is easier to just let it flow and hope you end up where you want to be, but real progress requires effort.  A struggle.  It can seem easy for some, for others as you watch them passing by, but it is still work.  To better one’s life, one’s self, or the world around them requires effort.

It is the times that I stopped swimming, when I let the current whisk me along, those are the times that I felt like I was moving, but it was an illusion.  The eddies & pools of life seem to switch back on each other, and when you don’t make an effort to push ahead, you can find yourself back where you started…

… if not further behind.

So… what is important?

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Art, creation… ideas.

Stability, finances… money.

Health, friendship… love.

 

So much of it, time.  Time.  The only real and finite resource we have.  Money seems tangible, but it is only an idea.  An agreed upon value and even that fluctuates.  We are all led to believe we need so much money.  So much of the things it can buy.  But we can’t buy time.  Not really, not yet.  We can only spend it.  We each have our own personal, finite limit of time.  But here’s the kicker, we don’t know just how much time that is.  We have guesses, estimations based on our health, family history & lifestyle.  Even the areas we choose to live & work, all of those surely factor in to that unknown duration that is ‘our time’, but no one knows for sure.

So what are you doing with your limited time?  Spending it on something you find important?  Or to have value?  You’re the judge of that, ultimately.  Even relaxation and downtime have value.

But consider this…

When you get to the end of you time…

 

What matters most to you?

Art in Cotton

In August I completed a new type of project.  A new challenge.  Something both exciting and scary to undertake.  I’ve sewn costumes from time to time, hemmed curtains, all skills that would make a mother proud.  I had been considering a larger sewing project, most likely a quilt, but the scope of my own design was daunting.  And I wasn’t even past the concept yet.  I needed something smaller.  Something I could test the waters with to see if I was totally crazy, or if I even wanted to sew that much.

A friend of mine, London, had shared a few samples of her own artwork (sorry, no link at this time).  I found one piece both beautiful and inspiring.  The light bulb turned on.  I set about adapting the original into its key line art, went fabric shopping to match colors, and chose my size:  a Pillow.  So after a bit of planning, cutting, ironing, appliquéing, and sewing, I ended up with what you see here.  I’m fairly pleased with my first attempt.  It came out nice enough, so I shipped it off as a surprise present to the original artist.  London just received it, so I’m free to post the pictures online and not spoil the surprise.

 The process was a little more time consuming than I expected, but nearly every project I do is.  Will I do more pillows?  I may.  I have new ideas floating around.  Will I tackle that quilt?  Probably, once the design is finished, but doubtful it will be before the end of the year.  For now, I’ve moved on to another portrait.  Once that is done, I’ll share as well.