Last year, well before I started the Artist's Way with my besties, I started this experiment I called "3 for 30." It was an attempt to do stuff that sounded enriching, and it went something like this: for thirty days I would do three simple things a day -- one creative, one "nice" (if you know me, you know why I have to use quotation marks around that word), and one active thing. It turned out fairly successful. In other words, I had fun. It felt like a month-long date for myself, which was awesome.
Lately, because I've been in this sort of creative cocoon, I decided to do the whole 3 for 30 thing again. This time with a couple of amendments. You see, post-Artist's Way has produced a soft-hearted me. One Al Gore (sans Thai hookers) would be proud of. And without blathering on, here are my changes:
- One event can count for two categories. For example, today I wrote one of my best friends a letter since she's had a lot of super stressful things happening in her life. I have been thinking about her a lot and I wanted her to know that I think she is like a popsicle truck on a summer day. That counts as nice, you know? And then I decorated the package with photo booth reels of the two of us, plus some DBT stickers (because they're so effing cute), and that counted as creative. I realize it all sounds a little self-serving, since it all meets my criteria, and, well... so what? It's no less authentic.
- I decided to let myself be happy if I get two out of three for a day. Today I ran the lot after work, so I met all three, but I'd have been just as happy (right?!) if I'd only met two of the criteria.
So that's that. 3 for 30 again. It feels right.
Today's my dad's birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad! (Even though you don't celebrate, which I think is totally lame because everyone deserves a birthday, but whatever.)
And there was no mention of me.
It's a really weird feeling to be simultaneously happy for your boyfriend and friends (i.e. the other artists in the show) and also kinda pissed at the slight. I love paradox, but this one sucks. It's hard not to take it personally because, holy fuck, I'm an artist, and we are a sensitive people, you know?
P.S. Leslie has this brilliant idea for a sarcasm font, which I could totally use right now.