I'm Still Around, I Promise
Just a quick update, while I percolate ideas for poems.
I'm still around, I promise. I know I said I was going to try and post more, and originally I was thinking, like, every day. But I have to bow to the fact that, since I still don't have wifi at the house, and have to wait until I'm work to post anything, that limits my time. Work doesn't always give me a chance to post something, so...
Well, at least July is finally over, and I survived it, again, but I'm starting to think that my ability to deal with people is pretty much permanently ruined. I'm sure it has something to do with my time in lockdown, and the subsequent seeing these stupid fuckers running around without masks. But I find that I just can't cope anymore with other humans. I'll pick hanging out with my cats over people every time.
Ah well.
So, I know I mentioned before that I actually feel bad for letting my aunt down over not really practicing my art, and I'm starting to think that that is never going to go away, not really. But I'm trying, I really am. I'm working on a tattoo design for Lilly, my stepdaughter, and so far it's going pretty well. I'll break it out again in a bit to work on it, and I'll post on Insta and DeviantArt before I leave today, if anyone wants to check those out. It's a struggle, though, because I still feel like I'm not up to designing this thing. Or anything else. But I'm going to keep on going with it. I'm also going to start working on a portrait of Chris Cornell, just for myself, and for me, that's a strange thing. So many of the things I've drawn have been for someone else, so I'm seriously not used to drawing something just for myself. But I'm doing it, regardless. It's a process.
I'm trying. I am. It's not an easy path, because so much of mindset is still rooted in survival and recovery mode after the fallout with my ex. But that shit was over three years ago, and while the scars are still there, it's time to start moving on from there. It was necessary at the time, but it's time to go from day to day survival to healing and moving on.
Ah well.
Anyway, that's my two cents for the day. Just wanted to pop in and point out that I'm still alive, and I plan on staying that way for a very long time.
Namaste.
I'm still around, I promise. I know I said I was going to try and post more, and originally I was thinking, like, every day. But I have to bow to the fact that, since I still don't have wifi at the house, and have to wait until I'm work to post anything, that limits my time. Work doesn't always give me a chance to post something, so...
Well, at least July is finally over, and I survived it, again, but I'm starting to think that my ability to deal with people is pretty much permanently ruined. I'm sure it has something to do with my time in lockdown, and the subsequent seeing these stupid fuckers running around without masks. But I find that I just can't cope anymore with other humans. I'll pick hanging out with my cats over people every time.
Ah well.
So, I know I mentioned before that I actually feel bad for letting my aunt down over not really practicing my art, and I'm starting to think that that is never going to go away, not really. But I'm trying, I really am. I'm working on a tattoo design for Lilly, my stepdaughter, and so far it's going pretty well. I'll break it out again in a bit to work on it, and I'll post on Insta and DeviantArt before I leave today, if anyone wants to check those out. It's a struggle, though, because I still feel like I'm not up to designing this thing. Or anything else. But I'm going to keep on going with it. I'm also going to start working on a portrait of Chris Cornell, just for myself, and for me, that's a strange thing. So many of the things I've drawn have been for someone else, so I'm seriously not used to drawing something just for myself. But I'm doing it, regardless. It's a process.
I'm trying. I am. It's not an easy path, because so much of mindset is still rooted in survival and recovery mode after the fallout with my ex. But that shit was over three years ago, and while the scars are still there, it's time to start moving on from there. It was necessary at the time, but it's time to go from day to day survival to healing and moving on.
Ah well.
Anyway, that's my two cents for the day. Just wanted to pop in and point out that I'm still alive, and I plan on staying that way for a very long time.
Namaste.