After sending out one too many past-due invoices to various clients, I recently decided to take a full-time job as a senior designer. This means several things: If I were to lose an eye or develop an awful rash behind my knees, I'd be covered; I am now paid on holidays and sometimes for a quick vacation to Yonkers; If I have worked over a certain of hours a week, I'll be reasonably compensated; If I choose, I can decorate my cubical in fur and sparkles; I am alloted an hour break to eat lunch, bask in sun, or nap; I'll be invited to company picnics (which sounds slightly intriguing); My day of birth will be on the company roster and I might get a card or two from strangers; I no longer will be referred to as "the weird girl working in the corner of the art department" and instead, colleagues will call me by my first name - Sigourney. To weave my creative process into this new schedule, I'll be doing a series of "lunch break" writings accompanied by a single photo of what's happening in those moments.
After work and weekends will continue to be dedicated to SRS, the Intruder, Sounds, old pals, yummy food, handstands, films, gardening, and basic human cleanliness. Mornings, as always, are for dream ruminations and movement.
I think I can dig.