These past few days have just been a blur of solemnity and solemnity-induced-sleep. If I didn't have work, I'm honestly not sure I'd even know what day it was....
I'm not entirely sure why, but yesterday I got some prerogative; I sat and wrote at a cafe for at least an hour. For that, I was really proud of myself. I consider myself a writer, true, but when times get rough, I rarely have the courage to turn inside and examine the feelings I have. I don't think that it's necessarily what I'm feeling that's so hard to confront, it's just that I was never really taught to have feelings at all..... let alone how to express them, or confront the unhealthy ones. It's all sort of something I have patched together based on people I admire and aspire to be like. I like to think I've made some progress.... I'm somewhere between Red Forman and Dr. Phil..
In any case... I finished a couple paintings and put more artwork up in my new room and even got to talk to my boyfriend for a little bit. Honestly, I knew this trip would be hard on me, but I didn't think the scarcity of comunication would affect me so much. He's been travelling through the middle east and europe for over a month now and even though I'm surprised at how often he's been able to talk to me, it still makes me just a bit sad 
Only two weeks left until he's home <3 I attached some of the pictures I sent him as a reminder
I'm off to the cafe to write more... There's a link to my blog on my profile.... All the stuff over there is just scraps and little pieces of stuff for me to come back and work on later. Still working on getting together a place to house my finished works
love you all <3
I'm not entirely sure why, but yesterday I got some prerogative; I sat and wrote at a cafe for at least an hour. For that, I was really proud of myself. I consider myself a writer, true, but when times get rough, I rarely have the courage to turn inside and examine the feelings I have. I don't think that it's necessarily what I'm feeling that's so hard to confront, it's just that I was never really taught to have feelings at all..... let alone how to express them, or confront the unhealthy ones. It's all sort of something I have patched together based on people I admire and aspire to be like. I like to think I've made some progress.... I'm somewhere between Red Forman and Dr. Phil..
In any case... I finished a couple paintings and put more artwork up in my new room and even got to talk to my boyfriend for a little bit.
Honestly, I knew this trip would be hard on me, but I didn't think the scarcity of comunication would affect me so much. He's been travelling through the middle east and europe for over a month now and even though I'm surprised at how often he's been able to talk to me, it still makes me just a bit sad Only two weeks left until he's home <3 I attached some of the pictures I sent him as a reminder
I'm off to the cafe to write more... There's a link to my blog on my profile.... All the stuff over there is just scraps and little pieces of stuff for me to come back and work on later. Still working on getting together a place to house my finished works
love you all <3
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That advice you gave me, that thing your friend does with the solo words, that sounds perfect..... I kind of do similar little quirky things, like I'll write down something someone said really quqickly or how something made me feel in ten words or less. Recently I've started making collages when I can't write... then I can always go back and look at it and remember how I felt and write a whole several pages about it afterwards.
Thanks for the advice