bucket list...

i’m having a hard time with my buckets these days.
not the metal tubs you use to schlep water down a hill; metaphorical buckets.  your job, your family relationships, your romantic partner, your kids, your friends. it’d be delusion to think you could keep each one full all the time, but i try to keep the levels relatively even. i felt like i had a good rhythm going there for a while…time with m, actually seeing my friends fairly regularly, and blogging,  as a creative outlet, which is this giant open space to both improve as a writer and to connect with other people.  i’m not complaining. i feel lucky to be where i am,  and i’d rather be stretched and put to use than spinning around in my swivel chair.  i’m just trying to strategize. this space is hugely important to me, and i want it to not only stay alive, but to grow. i want to pour energy into this bucket, even while everything else is approaching capacity. 

how do you stay  creative while earning your daily bread?

 is the secret to work from here?   m would surely say so.

love sent, xo