I took a bit of a break from life this week. My mother came up to visit on Monday, when work called on Wednesday to say my class was canceled for the day instead of stressing about my lack of hours I went to beach, last night I went to my first prom, and today I’m headed out to the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival. Oh, and my birthday is on Sunday.
Since July last summer the longest time I’ve had off was about five days for Christmas. I’ve been in grad school, work, and adjusting to living on my own and supporting myself. I’ve had my moments where my brain has turned off for a while, the end of June for example, but I’ve had to keep pushing through.
Well I’ve left the job I had at the pottery shop, my summer classes are coming to a close in the next to weeks, and the end of August will be quiet at the MFA in that strange period between summer camps and school. Part of me is beyond stressed out about how much money I’ll be making this month and how that will convert to covering all my bills. But I’ve got a bit saved up, I know how to live frugally, and so on Wednesday I decided to tell the stressed part of my mind to shove it and damn did it feel good.
I’ve still got work to do, I’m definitely not coming to a halt, but this August I’m going to slow down enough to save up on some sleep, some sanity, and maybe even have enough time to do some art. Last night I went to a prom held by my roommate’s work, got all dressed up fancy-like, and pretended I knew how to do dance in heels. Tonight, I’ll be playing music in a tent on a hill, probably hiding from the rain. What this goes to show is I’m letting myself have fun. Not just the driven-I’m-completeing-my-goals type of fun but the laze about, read a whole book in a day kind that I need to remind myself to have.