Freezing cold weather at the weekend + trainers + not enough layers = a miserable walk.
So I rushed back indoors and sat by the fire and dreamed (and steamed)
Then wrapped myself up and put on big boots and entered the icy world again.
This time I could enjoy being outdoors.
Reminding me of the quote
‘There is no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing.’
Right now, I have a full time job. It’s interesting, sometimes challenging, and it pays the bills. Mostly, I enjoy it.
I’ve never really liked working full time, however enjoyable the job is. Because I like to have time to do my own creative stuff. To paint, to write, to mooch around dreaming up ideas. And time to be outside. And see family and friends. And exercise. And…..how to fit it all in?
I’m not sure I’ve found the answer yet.
Though now the nights have drawn in, I find myself reaching for my watercolours. Ideas form and want to be written down or painted. The summer was for outside, for evening walks after work, for pottering in the garden. Now, in the post-work dark evenings, time is opening up, time to get up off the sofa and away from the TV, time to start creating.
Where does inspiration come from?
On a frosty sunday morning, chasing the work-world cobwebs away,
Walking through woods, low sun softening the dying autumn vegetation.
There’s that feeling again… ideas waiting to be brought to life…
Follow it.
Life in the Fresh Air 