Sometimes It's Too Much, But It's Really Never Too Much.

This weekend is one where I am seriously considering reevaluating my sanity.

What on earth was I thinking when I thought I could raise a family, go to school and keep up with my own interests?

My husband and I are celebrating our anniversary this weekend, it's not our anniversary yet, but it is when we are celebrating.  I have a test on Monday, on a book I read two months ago and now I'm struggling to remember the details of, so I'm re-reading in between working on my "space" project for 2D fundamentals class which is due on Tuesday.  That piece is 44x30 inches (not exactly tiny).  Also on Tuesday I have to submit my sketches for my next project for drawing class (for which I have done nothing and I am severely improverished on the idea front).  Also I have to get my first draft of an essay for my english class finished so I have time to figure out if I'm going in the right direction.

Add on to that the swimming, skating, and general kidness of my kids and I have my hands, heart, brain and schedule really full right now.

But, in a month I will be finished classes and likely at loose ends trying to figure out what to do with my time.  Funny how it seems I have so little now, and I know I will have too much then.

I'm not giving up, I will get through this crunch time, and I am still moving forward with The Postcard Project.  It would be easy to say that I won't do it anymore, it would be easy to say it's too much pressure on myself when I have so much else that demands my time.  But I can't, I love giving free gifts to strangers.  It is taking longer than I planned to get through the list, but I think it's worthwhile. I was telling my art professor about the project last week and he said it was a great idea, and he couldn't believe how inspired and generous it was.  I told him that there are one hundred people on the waiting list right now,  and progress is slow during the school term.  He said "It's a gift, people will understand, and be grateful."

And if they don't, well they don't.  I don't make any promises on delivery date, I just promise to fulfill my promise, hand making, hand writing, hand mailing an original piece of art to anyone in the world who asks.

I know that many people are surprised now when they get the cards, some have forgotten they even requested it, so the comments are fun when they get them.

Anyway, this was my break time from reading and drawing, and I have to put some more muscle balm on my aching hands, and I have to get back to work.

Do me a favour, can you make some more coffee for me?