this should not be an excuse to collect more crap

In an effort to examine my many ideas and interests, I recently compiled a list of the various projects and activities that I have floating in my brain that I want to pursue. It's no wonder I don't make progress in any one singular direction, as my list is so broad that my brain gets pulled in different directions when I finally have an opportunity for some "me" time. Analysis paralysis with a good dose of laziness usually sets in and I find myself staring into my iPhone, reading something of minimal importance. Life moves on. Moment lost. 

Here's my list, if only to make it more tangible for myself:

Blog (hey, look at that! Score one for me doing this today- woohoo!)

Learn German

Draw

Journal

Pink series

Hell boxes 

Play accordion

Yoga

Exercise

Photography (personal and professional)

Play guitar

Etsy

Today, I started reading this book:

It's so inspiring, it crystallizes my desire to put a concentrated effort into my art-making which has been dormant for far too long. How can I possibly ever dive into the creative process when I only allow myself the time and space to think about this stuff during my little man's nap time and after he goes to bed at night? Not to mention that all of my art-making supplies and gathered ephemera are stashed away in boxes so that the apartment can be clean and safe. 

However, this should not be an excuse to collect more crap. It's an impulse to study, explore, create. Do we not owe it to our future selves to use the time that we have to actually DO something, to leave our mark and materialize those impulses floating around inside? I say yes.