I was almost feeling inspired enough today to write a blog post.
I woke up this morning almost feeling like I had the energy. Like I had enough mental capital to devote to metacognition… Like I had the ability to just think, and not work.
But then, I worked a 15-hour day, and…
Mental capital all spent.
There’s nothing meaningful to say after all.
Nothing that justifies more screen time.
There was a high point to my day, though; it happened on a different type of screen.
I’ve been running a screenprinting workshop at the artist studio I manage at my job (yes, I manage a reverse residency for my company’s employees in a working artists’ community in San Francisco, in an effort to underwrite the other artists’ abilities to lease their spaces below market rate; it’s just one of my little “side projects”). Today was our second group screenprinting day at the studio. And for the few hours I was off that kind of screen and onto the other kind…
I felt no stress.
The fact that I’m taking the time to express that here is in no way a point for blogging. It’s just a realization I had today:
Maybe I need to start screenprinting my thoughts, instead of typing them?