New Leaves

Surface Tension

I have really been pensive lately. In a good way. Not a bad way. Just things that have been in deep and murky waters for such a long time are breaking free of the anchors and causing the surface to roll a bit. I've long come to comfortable conclusion that I aqm in fact, mad as a hatter, but I just don't fucking care. My madness has it's place in my life and I am high functioning. I rather prefer this turn of self opinion because instead of worrying so much about whether or not I failed, people are mad at me, I'm not good enough. blah shit blah. I am about to throw it into my art. I have 3 studio classes this fall, and I'm gonna bang the shit outta that muse... sorry muse, brace yourself.

I am moving again, but this time I am happy to move. I am not stressed about moving. I am not 'scared' of moving. Even better, we were moving boxes today and I was actually able to help. I had been at a somewhat low point physically because there are days where I feel like I can barely walk, or I just don't have energy or strength... and I have to call the coordinator for the community garden and relinquish mine because I can not physically maintain a garden. The repetitive motion of using a cultivator, shovel, anything repetitive which engages my neck/shoulder muscles sets me back, and laying down for three days....

anyhow... i was excited because I was able to help today. i felt stronger. my ankle still bothers me from the accident, but at least I can do something, maybe brace it or something.

ok, michael's gotta have my attention this very second, so i gotta go, i'll finish more later.