Feeling A Little Like A Sandwich
stuck between the salami and cheese.
Not that I mean to compare my grandchildren and my mom to a salami and cheese sandwich but if like me, you find yourself smack in the middle of grand kids and aging parents, you get my analogy. I work and I have a husband too so let's add a couple of slices of capicola to the sandwich while we’re at it. I’m still multi-tasking like I’m in my thirties, spreading my time like a thin layer of mayo. As a working artist, hungry for time to hone my craft and feed my own soul, I know I don’t face this challenge alone... the never ending search for “me time”.
I’m sure it’s age that has me so worked up. This place in time - this sandwich stage. Watching my mom struggle with being 88 and realizing my own mortality. Wanting so much to give my two precious grandchildren all the Gigi time I can. Spending time with my husband and my home. Traveling. Painting. Time has gradually, yet suddenly, become so much more precious. Admittedly I have become somewhat obsessed with contemplating it all. I find myself looking deep within - deeper than I ever have before - hoping to zero in on the things that are most important so I can choose my time wisely.
Last Sunday I finally visited my studio after way too long an absence. I did not hesitate to tear into a brand new large canvas and slap some paint with very little planning or thought. Who has time for that?! This painting was the result and I am still beaming with happiness at the joy I felt just getting in the moment and "doing it".
What's your passion - the thing you wish you had more time for? Why not crank up the music in your studio and slap some paint? Or do whatever it is that makes you happy. Life is short. Time is precious. Do it!
As for me, I'm going to throw a pickle on that sandwich and enjoy it! What the hell, I think I'll indulge in a slice of cheesecake for dessert!