We managed to get most of the matters at hand resolved, later Tuesday morning. Jev had been rather unhappy Monday night about his finances, and things had just spiraled downward from there, until they were a right mess.
After breakfast, we talked things over, and got to feeling better about things, and even managed to collaborate on a crossword puzzle before he had to head off for his interview at 10:30. They kept him until nearly 5 PM, so I spent a good deal of my day stitching and relaxing after the previous day's long car ride.
I didn't get out for lunch, so by time he got back to the room I was pretty hungry, and we went to my favorite little pasta place, then hit a few of the stores we'd been missing in small town West Virginia. We had a much more enjoyable evening than Monday night turned out to be, and we spent most of yesterday on the road back to his folks'.
[ (1/22) I had originally crossed out the above sections, with our argument too fresh and painful in my mind, but now that I've come back to type everything in, I realize that after Tuesday's entry, an explanation of what was going on was really in order. After writing the above, and subsequently scratching it out (not very well, obviously), I read some in Simple Abundance (which I bought for myself when we were in DC), doodled a bit in the blank space on the page, and then proceeded to write another entry, prompted by what I'd read in S A That second entry is what follows... ]
I guess what I'd really like to 'do' with myself, to make a living, is to create. Whether it be a novel, a cross-stitch design, web graphics or software, I've always had the need to make things. Even if it's just a doodle on paper, it's something original, and tangible, out of my own mind.
When I'm in one of my creative moods, I want to be surrounded by the things that make me feel peaceful and content: a quiet little garden nook, with a tiny waterfall, the scent of flowers in the air; someplace green and shady, with rays of sunlight peeking through the canopy of leaves overhead.
Just imagining, I see myself in a hammock, comfortably stretched out, but sitting up enough to easily read the screen of the laptop I'm using, writing... something. I'd have a machine with a good word processor, and access to all the reference materials I could ever dream of. The hard part would be keeping to the task at hand, instead of getting totally sidetracked by research.
Other times, I see myself sitting at a desktop, with a huge monitor, a great graphics / digital painting program, and all the effects plugins I'll ever need, my drawing tablet and stylus in hand, designing graphics for the web, or coming up with designs to transform into stitchery.
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