I wrote my morning pages and continue to do so. They keep me grounded and clear-headed.
I slept. Goodness, I slept.
I spent 45 hours and 15 pages exploring the "Social Impact of Digitization and Technological Convergence in the Book Industry." Eff I'm proud of that! Did I mention it was the first term paper I wrote in over 20 years?
Once my term paper was submitted, I revelled in having absolutely no weekend plans for at least a month.
I spent a luxurious getaway in Toronto with D. I saw paintings by Cézanne and van Gogh at the Art Gallery of Ontario, wept at the beauty of underwater sea creatures and got my picture taken with the Stanley Cup. I caught up with a friend I hadn't seen in over a year. It was soul-filling.
Did I mention that I started a new job? Did I mention that it was (and still is) a steep learning curve? Did I also mention that for the first time in about 15-20 years I can say that I like my 9-5 job and am not desperate to find a way out? I'm still processing that. This is big. Really big.
I spent time in the studio and painted.
I continued Sketches from the Cube, Flora edition. I think I like it better than the Sketches from the Cube Portraits edition I did earlier last year. More to come on that in another post.
I danced with D. in the kitchen, I made soup. I tracked my finances and started flossing (finally!). I despaired at current events. I escaped in novels and curled up under wool blankets. I snowshoed in the night with friends on New Year's Eve. I baked homemade biscuits and savoured chili made by D. I pieced together jigsaw puzzles and drank tea. I celebrated a birthday. I celebrated a life. I shoveled snow and watched movies and did the laundry. I lived the every day.