swamped, and color therapy

As with last evening, there will no -- or few -- deep thoughts or reflective musings from me tonight. I am quite literally swamped with work -- good in a way, though on a short-term, immediately temporary basis. Other freelancers and independents will likely understand what that means.

There has been no additional painting, as much as I'd wanted to get back to that today. I have conducted an unprecedented number of interviews today, all on little or no notice. My call and e-mail volumes were enormous.

To top it off -- because, after all, when it rains, it pours -- I have family coming into town tomorrow evening, and have just gotten word that an old friend from Virginia is in Portland this weekend for a conference. All this is happening while I absolutely have to do a large amount of work over the weekend.

But I am not complaining (much). I do love my work. I just wish it were steadier, rather than these waves of crunch time followed by more quiet troughs, but I am working toward a more even flow.

I did notice, however, that with the official beginning yesterday of the house painting project(s), there was a definite shift in my personal energy. This could be due to the fact that the color in the master bathroom -- and I've also started in on the bedroom now, with the same color -- is one of my favorites and easily has my house feeling much more like my own space. The existing colors of this place have been a constant, if unconscious, reminder of previous residents. My home is finally becoming my own.

But I'd also colored my hair recently -- I tend to make changes to my hair when dealing with heartache -- and even this has me feeling more like myself. I am really rather witchy looking.

Reclaiming myself through color. What a concept.