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Tonight I felt compelled to paint a picture. I know it's not particularly "good", and it's not what I had in mind when I started, but I like the way it came out. Yes, there's symbolism in it. And yes, I'm going to explain. What else do I have to write about?
To put things simply, my painting is my life. Yes, there's more to my life than big orange dots, but just hang with me. Some of you might know, or not, that lately my life has been kind of a loose collection of broken pieces. A combo of sickness, psychological issues, relationship stuff, internship procurement, school, etc. has had me all out of sorts for the past few weeks. I'm not going to really go into any details, but things were looking a lot like the broken side of my canvas. But, with the passing of the weekend. . . life is getting back on track. I'm feeling a lot better in general, and I'm hoping it's the result of some positive changes in life. It could just be the prescription meds kicking in, but I'd like to think it's not.
So, you could say right now that I'm moving back to the "left" side of the painting. Fantastic. But really, I think my picture applies not just to my life now, but to all other times as well. And it can apply to your too. I think everybody can picture themself somewhere on that canvas. Either hanging out, or moving one direction or the other. But here's what I think is refreshing about it (if you're feeling as imaginative as I am right now). . .
If you don't like where you are, break out your acrylics and paint a new picture for yourself. Life is just one big sequence of events, and they're only ever as bad as you make them out to be.
Hmm. . . I think I might have had some kind of thought process when I started this thing. But it seems to have escaped me. So, I'll just leave you with this-
Do what it takes to make yourself happy. I know that seems really base, and simple. But give it a good hard think, and you'd be amazed at how often we forget. | | |
| I just went for a road run. I haven't done that in a really long time. I'm out of shape, so my heart was trying to tell me it didn't feel good. But my brain knows it did. The more that I think about it. . . it's the other way around.
How's that for profound, huh?! I just thought I'd share. Sometimes you just have to get a xanga out of your system, you know it? | | |
| It's just another day in the oil patch when you go on the clock, and off the clock, and have to put time on two different days on your time sheet. That's no lie. | | |
| This weekend, I got bitten by a dog, chomp chomp. But, the good news is that the dog isn't going to be a problem any more, and I even did it the bureaucratic way (Animal Welfare). I got a few stitches to draw up a pretty wide open wound, and a tetanus shot, and some antibiotics and hydrocodone in case I had any pain. Hopefully the City won't be calling me in the next few days saying that I need rabies shots.
For your viewing pleasure. . .
clicky for picky
In other news, I'm working a lot, and riding too. . . who would have ever seen that one coming, huh?! | | |
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Yay for skidding through parking lots at night, and
cameras with night-time settings so that fast moving
things look blurry.
And here are those helicopters, as promised. . .
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