By last Friday it seemed silly to be trying to record each day's total hours spent directly on working on actual bowls. I kept losing track, forgetting to set the timer - and the boundaries got very blurry. It seemed very important to sit outside in the sun looking at the trees leafing out. And to photograph spring colors.
Today it doesn't seem so silly. I think I'm starting to drift a bit. I'm still thinking about the real work, and making some progress, but I'm missing that little nudge to get down to it. There are dozens, perhaps hundreds, of other interesting and even important things I can do. But it's the direct work on bowls will count most with me at the end of the year. (I've learned this through experience - sometimes happy experience, too often not.)
Sure - I need to really absorb this spring as it unfolds. Who knows? It could be my last spring. Of course I want to be fully present to it.
At the same time, the daily real work on specific bowls is what keeps everything going in a centered way. So tomorrow it's back to keeping track of actual bowlmaking time.
8:48:38 PM 
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