1. Although it
wasn’t an actual resolution, I’ve been pretty good with finding at least one
creative thing to do each week. Since this week has been filled with trying to
write a decent and adjustable cover letter and update my resume/CV, I needed a
creative outlet so I decided to try Colleen at Lemon + Thistle’s tutorial to make
my own custom street art. I don’t have photoshop, but I was able to follow the
instructions (with a little tweaking) in Gimp and I think they turned out
pretty well! I made smaller maps of the apartments R and I have lived in since
he moved to the US in early 2012, and I can’t wait to print and frame these for
our newest place!
2. I actually
thought this would happen MUCH sooner, but I’m finally burnt out on instant
coffee. I actually have a very nice French Press, but it just seems like too
many steps daily and I can’t stand the sludge at the bottom of the cup.
Basically, I’m missing my Keurig like whoa, especially the Dunkin coffee pods.
I think all this came about thanks to Gilmore Girls, and I really should have
known. (I’m getting through slowly but surely. Just started the first of the
Jess years –finally--. Necessary unemployment does have its perks!)
3. This video is
actually one of the most interesting things I’ve seen in a while. I almost
stopped watching because I thought Walt Disney was boring in his explanations,
but I’m glad I stuck it out until they started painting the tree. Maybe it’s
because my art background is more imitation than imagination, but I find the
creative process fascinating.
4. On that note, I
would really like to start painting again. In the US I had a whole dresser
devoted to different crafts and at least 4 sets of paints I could whip out when
the mood struck which worked very well for me. I’m thinking here it might be
better to just get a useable set of water colours (somewhere between elementary
school Crayola sets and professional) and some paper and cheap brushes to play
with. If anyone has suggestions on brands, please let me know!
5. The worst I’ve
felt all week was the day after my birthday, because I skipped my workout. I
actually felt far guiltier than anticipated. What is with that? I’m guessing
single-handedly eating a majority of my birthday cake (along with the rest of
the sweets in the house. I really can’t be trusted around Haribo or anything
chocolate) had something to do with it, but I’m back in the swing of it again.
Now to decide if I make up the missed workout on my rest day, or if skipping
the rest day will make it worse?
