Are You Going to Work Today?

This morning my husband asked me, “Are you going to work today?” and I realized I did not have answer. Was I going to work? Not exactly. Do I ever? Not Really. Am I ever NOT working? Not really. I realized my life has become very integrated around “what I do” and has lost work/play dichotomy. I tend to feel competent, and “in the flow” on the days I have my paintbrush in my hand, and very satisfied but physically tired at the end of those days. The days I am not painting, I am running errands or working on some other area of my business (bids, research and designs, accounting, marketing… I am, after all, a one woman shop). My “leisure” (if there is any) might look like a hike or trip to a trendy design store, but I choose those activities when I am farming for idea for my paintings, so they might still fall under the “work” category. I feel “worked” after a non-painting day, but in a different way, more scattered, and more engaged in the demands of the world.

But most days, painting day or not, I exercise, cook and eat yummy food, chat with neighbors, walk the dog, clean the kitchen, hang out with my kids. It would be impossible to separate out the work and play segments. I am deeply grateful for the whole happy package.

(Want to see more of my Playful Piggies mural? Check out the project here.)