Another week

This week has flown, and how I would love to be on that bird's back. I practically finished my christmas shopping, finished the collage I made for my sister, made some more jewelry. But I still have more to go. I have been feeling overwhelemed the last few days, I have a wanderlust. I want to go somewhere, do something. I cannot place my finger on it. It is a niggling feeling in the back of my head, that occaisionally comes forward. I have such a desire to create, and the lack of time, and sometimes ability to be able to sit and do it is frustrating to say the least. I have severe osteoarthritis in my back, which makes sitting with my feet down a very hard task. I rigged my beadboard onto a lapdesk so that I can make jewelry in bed and/or recliner. I saw the pain specialist this week, who has the personality of a paper bag. I have to plough through it, I have decided. Because if I do not, I wouldn't ever accomplish anything I wanted to. I hate looking at my desk from my bed, and knowing all the possibilities that are there, and all the ideas swirl, but know you cannot sit for long. I do things in small stages. pastel or paint my backgrounds, Cut out something that interests me, or multiple things, then finds bits and bobs, then arrange, rearrange, then sit and glue and paint and print. What should take a few hours or a day takes three or four, but I do get the satisfaction at the end. So maybe I shoulnd't whine. I know I shouldn't whine. Ride through it, I think that is a good motto.