If you want a job done, give it to a busy (wo)man – or so the saying goes.
Why is it, when I have nothing to do, I get nothing done.
Why is it, when my dance card is full, and I have forthcoming obligations of one kind and another I feel an irresistible urge to create, and load myself up with all kinds of projects.
And by having so many projects on the go, guarantee not to complete (m)any of them, and feel guilty for overloading myself and my family with detritus and commitment and lack of free time to just be.
The house is not painted yet – there are doors with one coat on and doorways begun and unfinished.
I have a sewing list for Christmas presents. I need to make and send cards. I need to make biscuits.
I need to go shopping. I need to tidy (and clean) the house. And sort out the shed which became a dumping ground in preparation for Zara’s party last weekend.
I need to have a rest.
And all I want to do is some new paintings that are buzzing around my head and making me crazy. Go figure.