I’m on a bit of a rant. I’ve been making the most of the nice weather and revisiting old haunts that I haven’t seen for a while due to the restrictions. I’ve also continued painting. I’ve had a few comments though, all relating the amount of time I must have on my hands. It’s getting on my wick to be perfectly honest and not that I should have to explain myself but here goes.
For the last couple of years a lot of my time was spent on a computer, we’d set up Sligo Hub and that took a huge amount of work. That’s no longer mine and is in new, very capable hands. That left a gap, I ended up filling that gap devoting more time to work, more time on the computer, and that is not good for my mental health.
Since the restrictions lifted I went to a couple of places and took the camera with me, and loved it. I’d forgotten how much pleasure taking photos used to give me. I’m also doing something new recording the soundtrack of the place and putting it with the photos I’ve taken.
I also set aside an hour a day to paint, that’s it. One hour. Instead of having a lunch hour I have a paint hour. I know I shouldn’t have to justify myself but I am.
I used to love reading but I haven’t been able to in the last year, I don’t have the concentration span anymore. I’ve never been into housework. Life is too short….and there’s the thing life is too short. If I find something that helps my mental health and gives me peace I’m going to do it. Those reading this can think what they like but I’ve been in a dark place before and I’m damned if I’m going back to it because some people think I have too my time on my hands. Rant over.