There are a couple months of the year when my studio time gets crunched down to almost nothing. When my calendar seems to fill up without me even looking at it - and then suddenly, I have three calendars that are all competing for attention. What about those birthday parties? Those poetry readings that sound so wonderful? That movie I wanted to see? Even if the time is there, the energy is not.
This is one of those months. The Port Townsend Film Festival just happened and once again, I couldn’t join in on any of the fun, because my schedule was just too overloaded. Poor me. I know it’s temporary, which should make it easier to bear, but I’ve spent the last few years working hard to make time for making, and so when it suddenly seems snatched away, I feel untethered.
I might as well just say it - I’m leaving my job of five years at the end of October. And more than that, I’m leaving a 20-year career of working in non-profit arts spaces. Taking a break likely. Or maybe this will be it. Who knows, right? This transition is the hardest I’ve made in a long time.
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