baking bread on monday.

tending to a creative career.

Yesterday I baked a loaf of bread.

Mondays sometimes throw me for a loop. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that Mondays often throw me for a loop—that I regularly find myself spinning circles on a Monday morning, not quite sure where to put my energies. Do I spend the day writing and replying to emails to the detriment of any creative work? Do I hunker down in front of a blinking cursor, draw curtains on the world and pray that a torrent of untapped ideas pours forth uninhibited and unabashed?

Usually I try to hopscotch between the two, attempting to satisfy the need to produce something new for the folks waiting for it while also doing enough to support and maintain and plan for work that keeps the lights on. But sometimes I need to let the soft animal of my body love what it loves, which on this particular morning was soft white sandwich bread and an apartment that smelled like rising dough.