The Hanged Man
24" x 36"
Oil on Canvas
Here is the latest in the Tarot series I'm working on. I'm really enjoying this series, though I'm not working as much as I would like. Then again, is any artist? Have you ever heard someone say, "Ugghh, I'm so sick of drawing stuff! If only I could go work in a field or do some digging or something!" only to throw themselves onto the bed and stay there in a deep depression? Not likely.
I know I haven't written much since my return from Prague. Honestly, there is just so much to write that I'm a little overwhelmed with it all. Do I talk about the various leaders who's manifestos I read, including the amazing Dalai Lama and the very fucked up Valerie Solanas? Do I discuss the ways in which I want to apply social entrepreneurship to my future endeavors? Perhaps I talk about the wonderful people that I met while I was there, some of which who've already proven to be among my dearest friends. Maybe I talk about Absinthe Weekend?
|"Bwahahaha! 3 parts guilt, 4 parts regret, and 12 parts YES!"|
Actually...no. We NEVER talk about Absinthe Weekend.
There is too much. And, it's not like I didn't have anything going on before I left. I'm opening two businesses. I'm working on graduating summa cum laude. I'm applying to UNC's MBA program. I'm training for the Tough Mudder. I'm writing a book.
I have a lot of irons in the fire. Too many, even for an over-achiever like myself. I could get rid of some of them. Just grab them, like Kwai Chang Caine at the beginning of Kung Fu, and discard them. The problem is: I LIKE all of the irons I have in the fire. I don't WANT to discard any of them. I enjoy them all and want to be able to succeed in all of them.
But what I want may not be what's best for me. And the truth is, short of some terrible accident...like being mauled by a honey badger...I've got a long time to hang around this giant mud ball that I like to call "The Planet Earth." So, there is no reason that I need to try doing every single little thing that I want to do within the next six months.
This realization should take some weight off of my shoulders. I should breathe a sigh of relief. I don't have to do it all!!
|Nothing embarrassing about this. Nothing at all.|
Instead, I wonder what I should put on hold? And I can't think of anything!!
I hate when my over-achiever and my hedonist traits collide!
Got too many irons in the fire? What are you working on that you can't or don't want to put aside??