The site was a bit dark for my ever-developing eye, so I searched for a new dress… er… wordpress theme for my site. I kept the trees, I like trees, and the quote. but it’s a bit brighter & happier.
Also upgraded to wordpress “Ella” – figured I’d get a new front end to go with the new back end 
13 days to go!
I uploaded four old pages from my art journal yesterday and have been compulsively checking my flickr page to see if anyone’s commented yet…
*sigh* I’ve gone through the anticipation and let down cycle at least 50 times today. Am I really that insecure? Do I really need complete strangers to say they appreciate my work? ugh.
OK. this is the last time I’m reloading flickr for the day… maybe the second to last…
Sunday night I bit down on some yummy crusty bread and the bottom right second-to-last molar EXPLODED in pain. Friends who were with us instantly knew something was wrong – I think they could see all the whites of my eyes, my pupils dilated and the color probably drained out of my face.
I haven’t felt pain like that in a VERY long time. Apparently one of my bottom molars cracked in several places due to an old amalgam filling expanding & contracting over the years. So yesterday I went to my new dentist and he said he’d have to put a crown on that tooth… which meant lots & lots of grinding & drilling.
I’m not squeamish. Heck… I watch the phlebotomist draw my blood with great interest. I may be a bit morbid but I like seeing those little vials fill up…
Anyway, the dentist poked my gums full of holes to inject a lot of Novocaine – I was numb ’till 5:30 yesterday – and the grinding commenced after it all took affect. The worst part isn’t the sound of the grinding but the SMELL of ground tooth. *shudder*
And in other news… I quit my job today. Handed in my one-month notice. It’s definitely time to move on. I’ll be working freelance project management & development as well as getting more into teaching craft classes & trying to get more of my work into galleries & shops.
wish me luck!
*gulp*
Sometimes I wonder if I finished with my biology degree & went into medicine like I thought I had wanted to if my life would be any better? What if I actually went into a master’s program in Psychology like I thought I would and became a counselor? Would I be happier? Would I have mounds of approval from friends & family? Is that really important? What is important?
I’m coming up on my 30th birthday and just like my husband said, I would be asking myself: I’m almost 30 – what in the hell have I accomplished? I barely made it through college, bounced around many web jobs, did some consulting & freelancing, taught craft-y classes…
I have to make this my year. I need to:
*shhh… I’m thinking of handing in my resignation soon.
Here’s a quick creativity exercise that my dad taught me:
When my sister and I were little, my dad would put on a record (yes, vinyl) of some jazz or classical – I always preferred jazz – and ask us to close our eyes and let our minds wander, to let the music form pictures in our minds. I was always taken away and came up with the most crazy dreamlands. Unfortunately I was never encouraged to write what I saw – that would have been something to dig up though…
I never thought this was a creativity booster until I realized this is what I do when I need a little inspiration. These days, however, the music is more rock than classical or jazz. I’ll play some Miles Davis tonight when I’m in my studio & see what happens!
