Porous

I find myself emotionaly pourous this week. Under other circumstances, I would be diagnosing myself as anxious and depressed, but in form, these pathologies are making me very creative and receptive.

The upside is how deeply I am being affected by art; at the AGO last week, listening to an audiobook of Michael Ondatje's magnificent novel, Divisidero, appreciating the depth and space in the mix of MeShell N'Degeocello's album "Comfort Woman". I also recorded vocals on the weekend for the first time in months, and it was easy to access all I needed for this simple but exposed song.

The downside has been my misery at trying to get a design approved at work. I have the horrible misfortune of presenting to a diverse committee who absolutely refuse to agree on anything and are forcing me to make design after design after design. As I begin each new one, I am utterly weighed down by the certainty I will fail and that the deadline is looming like an upraised sword.

But it is sunny and I biked to work. All will be well, I'm almost relatively certain.