Life Lesson: Be Careful What You Ask For

Wednesday night, as I sat in my little studio/sewing room, I had 2 thoughts. (More than 2, actually, but these 2 rose like cream to the surface of my consciousness.) One: this room is a mess and I need to clean it (with 6 housecats, the dust bunnies can take over pretty fast). Two: I want to spend tomorrow (that would have been yesterday, Thursday) at the local bead shop, just chatting and working on my current beading project, a locket made of Delicas. Apparently, out in the Great Cosmos where these things are decided, my 2 thoughts were at odds with one another. And apparently, the first was more critical than the second. As was another issue that's been tugging at me lately.

Thursday morning, as I was gathering my materials and equipment to "go beading", I discovered that our old cat Spike (aka The Pissing Cat for reasons that will quickly become obvious) has been using a corner of my studio/sewing room lately to make his territorial statements (he's had a lot of territory issues the last few months). This discovery necessitated an immediate and drastic change of plan for the day, i.e. a major cleaning of the studio, especially the drowning-in-dust-bunnies, and now kitty-whiz, floor. While I was at it, some reorganization, moving furniture around, and so on. And, tangentially, some reordering of my creative priorities. Which was the real cosmic point, I think.

You see, I've been really trying to get my life back lately. After 2 ankle surgeries, some house redecorating and remodelling, lots of travel, and a few other crises, I've gotten really off-track. I've lost my focus. Lately I'm viscerally aware whenever I'm wasting time doing stuff I'm not supposed to be doing. And just as aware when I'm heading in the right direction. Yesterday, apparently, I was supposed to be cleaning my work space and reprioritizing my work. I got what I asked for and what I needed. The beaded locket project will still be there tomorrow.