Still not enough
I really don't like Mondays and I do believe that it is truly the day and not the fact that it is just the first day of the work week. Another sleepless night. I can't help but feel I am being held by the wrong arms. I don't like the scent that lingers as it is slightly shady and doesn't match my manner. I tend to fall in love with the right people at the wrong time and settle for those who leave me restless. This weekend hopefully bring visitors bearing comfort.
When I walked into the studio today I thought, my goodness I am pale. Later I was told that my skin was a pretty color, like cream. So I went from wrinkling my nose about it to reminding myself that I like the way I am. I mean that in all sincerity not just in a fluffy woman power way.
My knee is indeed ready to work, I just wish fear would stop getting in the way. Yes yes yes it will go away. In comp class, my partner and I found fabulous moments of inspiration. It was good to feel the rush of creativity again. The rush didn't last long but I blame that on Monday. Yes, I squealed and yes, I through my insecurities out the window. That felt good. I know I need to figure things out, I just don't know where to start.
I need a good, long trail ride in someplace with lush vegetation. Oh, and a drive off into the best sunset AKK and I could ever dream up.