Feeling kind of flat today. Didn’t get enough sleep, probably. Rarely do. What is enough? I’m not sure I’ve ever felt truly rested, but I guess I wouldn’t know. Maybe the best I’ve felt is as good as it gets. I had a conversation that ended up giving me a bunch of energy though, and I always find it so wonderful and insane how the right conversation can do that. You could do that for someone else. That’s amazing, isn’t it?
I’ve spent a lot of the day with clay on my mind for reasons that will become clear at some point. Types of clay, types of wedging, tools. The things you make with clay end up so, so different to the material you start with. A lump of mud can turns into something strong, architectural. I thought about how meditative it can be to wedge clay. How satisfying it can feel to pull the wire through it and see that it’s so smooth.
I’ve also had story on my mind a lot. Writing stories. Speaking stories aloud. Telling a story to bring people along, or to give yourself some sort of energy. How many stories do we tell ourselves to even get out of bed in the morning? Which ones do we tell ourselves that lead us to fall in love? Which do we tell others to help them fall in love with us? Life is stories all the way down; all sorts of stories, all the time.