sunday-like
April 18th, 2006Days that stretch, that feel like Sunday. Complete with Sunday music: Jill Scott from Amsterdam, last spring; Jack Johnson. It’s hard to come down from the stress hype. I sit and stare out of the window. Wait.
Work: Resume work on print-projects. Next up, corporate identity type of work, my favourite thing.
Lately I’ve been thinking how life goes, how you build it, how do you get where you want(?) Some say: break it down to small, manageable steps. Practice your drawing today, it will pay off eventually. Read a book on starting your own business. That kind of thing.
And: Successfull people are the ones who do the things no one else will. They make the smallest job a learning opportunity. Then move on to create their own opportunities.
Some say lifeplanning, mapping, writing goals down helps. (Have you done it? Has it helped you?)
My dream life is about fun design projects, painting, a spacious studio. It’s about the books I’d like to write and/or illustrate. Travelling. Living somewhere with longer springs and autumns. Owning a beautiful old house and a garden.
I want peaceful things. The dreams about where to study don’t weigh in as much as they once did. More and more I find myself drawn to non-profit, activist kind of work. I’m more of the type to work in an anti-advertising agency than in a real one. Being my own boss is important to me.
Mostly life just flows. How can you plan ahead, when you never know what life springs at you? How do you know what is a good thing and what is not? A gut feeling? Sometimes you have to go with that.
P.S. grr. I registered to take part in this art competition, but guess what, participants from other countries may submit work but not win! What’s up with that?