After he had tried his board for a bit, he suggested that I try. I had not attempted to ride a skateboard in a while and even when I had attempted to ride a skateboard in the past I would never have described myself as good. He grabbed my hands and rolled me along on the board for a while. I am sure that this was a ridiculous sight to anyone happening on the 9 year old boy helping the large 33 year old man along on a skateboard. It was amazing though. Suddenly my feet seemed to better understand what was going on. It was as if they had new, much better informed life. I am grateful to the boy for teaching me balance. To say that I was missing it only in the realm of skateboarding would be a lie, so I will not sit here pushing your leg. Rather let me say that I realized that everything that I have been missing has been a result of poor balance.
I am eager to use this calm, because rally balance leads to calm, within the practice of my art and my daily life. I already have felt much more relaxed and accepting of some of the changes that have been occurring within my life. The next day I finished a piece that I had been working on for a bit and the day after that I started another.
The first was part of a new series that I thought of in reference to an old mail art piece that I sent and the second is a further development in a commission that has been taking me forever.
I have a planner now. Little Wife gifted me a daily organizer, one of the big ones that teachers used to use while I was in grade school, to me for my birthday. It is slowly filling up. I am feeling more organized. The rest of the week has a lot of small tasks planned out and a series of large chunks of time devoted to finishing the commission that has been taking forever. Organization is awesome and Little Wife is a savior.