what the day brings…

So just as sure as bears hibernate in the winter, I swear everything in me has been in a deep, unyielding sleep. Ideas I’ve had have been hiding out in my brain in the file marked “don’t bother me”. I’ve been unable to read a book, clean my room, not really focus on me. Clearly not my usual M.O. but at this point it feels normal. No bueno! Don’t get me wrong, I’m still interested in all things creative but lately when I see things that should put a spark in my soul, it quickly fizzles. Womp! Womp! All except for shoes. WHAT IS THAT ABOUT? With all certainty my obsession for shoes is steadfast. My heart races at the mere thought of a new pair and my eyes search endless magazines and websites to satisfy my shoe craving. Now if I could concentrate that energy back in to other things, I would be a rockstar but alas, here I am, sleepy.

Spring, the time where the buds planted in autumn awaken to fresh bloom. Coloring the world with promise of newness…inhale…exhale…ahhhhh! I love spring! My mind usually comes alive with all the beautiful color palettes of the season and I formulate how I can make them all work in one way or another in my wardrobe. I feel more creative and ready to tackle a project. And like clockwork, as soon as a picture perfect day appeared, all the alarms went off in my brain and suddenly I felt like spring. I felt like working on something, anything, and everything. I felt like I could write a masterpiece, run a marathon, come up with the next big thing but then the next day, it rained and I was sleepy all over again. YAWN!

What to do? Well I have to wake up. (insert the final scene of School Daze here) Spring or no spring, I have to move. I have to shake myself awake from this drunken stupor and get a move on. Time is flying by and I’m standing still – sleeping. I’ve exhausted myself helping plant in others’ gardens. I’ve helped prune, water and watched them blossom but now it’s time to tend to my yard. Gotta be like my mama and get my hands dirty and turn over my own hard ground. I gotta plant some new seeds of faith in my own intellect, my own talents and abilities. Time to invest some overdue energy in me. Time to go and grow. Time to laugh and dance. Time to play in the sunshine. It’s just time. I’ve slept on myself long enough. Wake up Elana! Wake up!

No longer pressing the snooze button,
E