I need a better schedule.
It's 4.51pm and I've finally woken up to my work.
I've finally put on some music, lit some incense, gathered the wood I need for frames.
All day long I just moped around. I even napped. Ridiculous.
Now it is cold and my curtains are drawn, my heater is on, I'm wearing a baggy nightshirt and contemplating art. This should be morning, right? It feels like morning. It feels like the beginning of the day. How did I waste it?
I'm back to getting up at 5 for my workouts.
I'm thinking of waking even earlier, sneaking in an hour of art stuff before I sneak off to the park.
There has to be a better way than this.
I should be too distracted by my art to pay attention to the rest of life.
Not vice versa.
This is my year.
And I'm blowing it already.