Wow, Juniper is a little tornado. She’s 10 months old and on the move like you wouldn’t believe. Days and weeks are sucked up like nothing. Naps are down to one a day and many of them are spent in my lap or they don’t happen at all. My latest tactic is to try and go with the flow. Just tumble like a river rock along with the current. I have my field journal in the car for making abstract drawings when I find myself trapped in a parking lot with a sleeping baby in the back seat. I’ve been slowly working on encaustics, almost finished the mosaic I started 6 months ago. Still it feels like a regular art practice is so very far away. Just trying to be ok with that and let the chips fall where they may. I’m so lucky that I’ve gotten to spend this precious time with my daughter so a little personal sacrifice, in the scheme of things will hardly feel like a sacrifice. I just fight and fight so hard to try and get things done and I’m running out of steam for that. I’m tired of the frustration, so I’m taking deeper breaths. It’s ok, it’s alright.
Time keeps on slipping
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