The end of August and beginning of September is the time of year that I get super productive and active. My motivation goes into full throttle, I accomplish a lot through the autumn months, and then it begins to wane in December as we approach the shortest day of the year.
I wonder if it’s biological – if my DNA remembers ancestors of mine gathering the harvest and preparing for winter. Or maybe it’s because my birthday is at the end of August, and this is “my” time. Or perhaps it’s merely Pavlovian with my years and years of starting school at this time, with all the preparation that went with it. Whatever the reason, and it may very well be all three honestly, I love this time. I love starting new projects and recommitting myself to whatever ongoing projects I’m working on, I love the bustle and activity, I love the feelings I get running through my veins as the quality of the sunlight shifts and autumn starts to show itself.
Do you have a certain time of year that feels like yours?
I have been feeling this increasing need to create for several months now. I’ve laid a lot of groundwork, have my pieces all laid out on the game board, but things keep getting in the way, not least of which is my refusal to ever work myself sick again. Not excuses, just frustration at the delay.
My goal is for all my creative endeavors to be fueling each other, for the art and writing to flow back and forth, to use them as inspiration for both my music and my costuming. My husband and I are talking about starting to sell homemade bath and beauty products which we did as an offshoot of our Fairy Magik label years ago but at the tail end, so we didn’t give it a very good go. To do all of that while taking in freelance sewing work and spending more time with the children. But to do more than chip away at that requires me first and foremost getting out of this stressful and physically exhausting job I’m currently in, which we’re working on.
I’ve been posting older work on Instagram to inspire me to continue chipping away, but honestly, by the time I sit down and have a few minutes to work, it’s so late at night that I’m spent and can’t tap the space I need to be in. Everything comes in it’s own time, and I feel the “soon, the time isn’t right just yet, but soon”, but patience has never been one of my strongest points. So the fires within continue to burn, to grow, threatening to overwhelm me.
When I finally unleash the fire, it will be a sight to behold.