I’ve been feeling pretty tired lately.  That’s to be expected I’m sure…but I’ve also just been feeling tired for words. 

Today I spent a little time working.  Tomorrow I hope to be able to spend a little time actually in the office…we just have to see how the leg holds up.  Of course, I’d much rather be spending my “off the couch” time painting but not only does my boss need me (and we all love to be needed right?) I need the paycheck too.

I did do a little artwork today though.  Me and my girl played with some modeling clay that she got for her birthday.  I like it SO much better than Playdoh (though it’s all the same when you’re trying to scrape it off a jute rug).  I’m not much of a sculptor but it was fun.  I made the little fellow above.  I’ve been working on this flying pig idea you see…

My husband makes a mean homebrewed beer.  It’s so mean that he’s looking at making a business out of it (he’s already got a few vendors lined up).  In order to put out a bottle of beer one has to have a mascot though. So, while we’re waiting on paperwork (and there’s a lot of paperwork) I’m working on a logo for him.  We’re not exactly sure what the business’ name is going to be yet but he wants a flying pig.  I’ve got this great sketch (which I’m not ready to share yet) in the works but I really need to be able to sit up at my desk for a while to finish it out.  I’ve a few different ideas from taking it as a really clean graphics sorta look to a more antique finished design. 

The whole idea has really got me thinking though….

“When Pigs Fly”.

That’s sorta how I feel about my art.

I know, I’m probably just discouraged and statically depressed from laying around for the past week (with another good week or two or three ahead of me of the same) but I’m feeling overwhelmed.  I’ve put my art on hold for years now….getting married, having a baby, needing the income from my secular job….and my husband decides to make some homebrew and now is starting a business.  Why isn’t it that easy for me?  What stops me from persuing my dream?  Why do I let these other things (albeit pretty darn important “other things”) stop me?

Oh, and of course…there’s been a whole bunch of other thoughts going around in my head lately too (maybe the Vicodin does make one think too much).  I don’t feel like sharing any of it though…  I just don’t feel like talking about much of anything these days except for mommy stuff.  Isn’t she beautiful?

I’m not sure where she gets that impish look….