I suppose it was just inevitable that I would experience burn out, post show. What with working three weeks solid, between the show and my day job. The funny part was, that the other artist who was there didn’t view it as work. But, he basically hung out, sneaking beers, while experimenting with camping equipment, so that may be why. For me, needing to be ‘on’ for so many hours, answering questions about my work, my process, about me, was exhausting, even if the overall vibe was positive. I suppose it should be no surprise, that when I was watching my gallery yesterday, I had the thought how I was temporarily done with art. Talking about it, looking at it, analyzing it, just done.
I also am done with the news talking about how we’re at a year into this pandemic. If I hear one more news story about “where we are now” I’m gonna throw something.
I know it could be worse for me personally, and I should count my blessings, but that knowledge just further annoys me.
Anyway, today I need to get things done that need doing. Like more laundry, as seemingly I am running out of clean jockies again. Later, I need to do my emissions for my car. And at some point I need to scrub down the bathroom and change the cat’s litter box.
I have already broken fast, which included taking my morning pill, which may help my mood.
Things I plan to also do today, that are for me, are to photo my new balaclava for the web, and trim my hair/ do the weekly grooming. Neither of which are things I would necessarily “Like” to do, but need doing, so I’m putting them into the “doing it for me” category.
Off to tackle my hair, and grappling hook toenails.
*ETA*
So I managed the grooming. I am shorn, shaved, and clipped. I also managed my emissions without much fuss, as they have really streamlined the process dramatically since I last went, presumably due to COVID. I managed to take photos and upload and all that other online stuff with the new art balaclava. Laundry done, folded, and put away. All that’s left is deep cleaning the bathroom and making dinner. Not really a ‘me’ day, but, this stuff needed doing, so *shrug*. One day I’ll have a personal assistant, and maid. Until then, there’s sh*t tah do.