Slowly, Slowly, We Begin Again

Months have gone by and I finally have a full title for my performance piece. My performance piece that I am having a lot of trouble getting off the ground….coaxing out of its shell. But here we are, persevering. Progress is still progress even when it feels slow and painful. My hands are numb and that is making it hard to type. Someday these posts might feel cohesive. And then again, maybe they won’t. These posts are for me and for any other parent artists out there struggling to strike just the right balance between caretaking and creating. This is hard work, my friend, and you are not alone. A reminder I regularly need. As I press on into these practices, of moving, making, and mothering, I find myself wondering when it will come together and I do know that someday it might just make sense. For now,  I look for the parts that do make sense, the pieces that work out and fit together. For now I continue to carve time to create, building the consistency into my routines every week. Speaking of, you can look for a new blog post ever Friday this year AND I am going to finally get my newsletter going on a semi consistent basis also so if you want to follow along, find that under the more section of my website. That’s all for now… after all, there is a lot of work to be done and nap time is almost over.