Sketchbook Exposé #11
Life Is Not a Race
Today I had a small window to make art.
I was hoping to come up with interesting ideas for single panels or larger humor pieces, but instead I just drew these goofy figures (below).
My husband’s been out and I’ve been taking the childcare lead the past bit and I have to remind myself that life is not a race.
I want to make art, I want to publish, I want to prove my worth, but many days I’m walking around the house with a crying child in my arms instead.
It’s okay though, I know what I signed up for, and it won’t always be like this.
(She said as she stared listlessly out the window.)
Life is not a race.
It’s true even though it’s hard to believe.
I try to focus on the minutes. The life that I’m living.
Life is what happens when you’re busy wishing you were somewhere else.
Comments (Let’s Chat!):
Do you spend much of your life wishing you were somewhere else?
Do you feel like life is a race?
How good are you at practicing presence of mind?
Tips?! Halp.
Listening to:
I was all set to write brilliantly this morning, but spouse needed cough drops. I readied to drive to the cough-drop store and dead battery. I walked to the cough-drop store and carried the 40-pound car battery in a backpack to the auto-parts store. Bought a new battery, recycled the old, carried the new one back and installed it. Net achievement today: cough drops.
ohh god u dont need much "halp" i finished your diary book and its hysterical the japan trip alone....the comic-con world, your dedication/passion quite remarkable and the scientific balance of hubby lending depth to it all....its a great book so glad i called off the "hit" on etsy (bitsyteenyspider)
yeah just chill you are young
plenty sand left in hourglass (and ok if its NOT your body type 😉🤣🙃)