Happy little tree
Sometimes I really, truly despise the social media craze. I hate that I have grown up into a world ruled by technology, where a decent meal can not be shared without a phone making an appearance. Not that I am any better than anyone else, even I am guilty. But I despise the habit. I hate that if you own a social media account and your every thought or feeling is not diaplayed that you never had them.
That being said, even though I spend more time on my facebook account, I love my live journal. I love that for the last more than fifteen years, we have documented our lives. I love that if I want to look back, I can. I love that I can see who I was and who I've become. I never imagined that I would still be writing here fifteen years later. Of course, I don't suppose I imagined my life at thirty to be anything like it actually is when my fifteen year old head dared to imagine thirty.
I painted last night and into the morning. I spent a couple of hours in front of my easel, carefully placing and blending colors. And even though the finished product was different than my original intent, it is a satisfying feeling.
That being said, even though I spend more time on my facebook account, I love my live journal. I love that for the last more than fifteen years, we have documented our lives. I love that if I want to look back, I can. I love that I can see who I was and who I've become. I never imagined that I would still be writing here fifteen years later. Of course, I don't suppose I imagined my life at thirty to be anything like it actually is when my fifteen year old head dared to imagine thirty.
I painted last night and into the morning. I spent a couple of hours in front of my easel, carefully placing and blending colors. And even though the finished product was different than my original intent, it is a satisfying feeling.